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 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,said we 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 packaged 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!'
Yo this is bad
Drinkin orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people in Bel-Air livin like?
Hmm... this might be alright
But wait I hear the prissy,
Bushwa and all that
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 they're prepared
For the Prince of Bel-Air!
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
And like lightening dissappeared
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 a house about seven or eight,
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home, smell ya later!'
Look at my kingdom,
I was finally there!
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!