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 to 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 my Walkman on and said "I might as well kick it"
First class, yo, this is bad Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like? Hmmm, this might be all right
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, and all that Is this the type of place that they just sent this cool cat?
I don't think so, I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the Prince of Bel-Air
Well, uh, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude looked like a cop standin' there with my name out
I ain't tryin' to get arrested yet, I just got here!
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said 'Fresh' and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo holmes, to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air