Now this is a story all about how My life got flipped, turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground is where I spent most of my days Chillin' out,maxin',relaxin',all cool And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up in no good Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said: You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air
I begged and pleaded with her day after day, But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket I put wy Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it." First class, yo, this is bad Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass Is this what the people of Bel-Air live like? Hmm...this might be alright
But wait, I here their Prissy, Booz wine-in all. Is this the type of place that they should send this cool-cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope their prepared for the prince of Bel-Air!
Well-a plane landed and when I came out there was a dude dressed like a cop stand'n there with my name out, "I ant' try to get arrested yet I just got here!" I flew like the quickness of light'en disapper.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought, "Now, forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cab yo home smell you later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.