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.