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 was 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 making trouble in my neighborhood!
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared,
She 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 suit case 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!
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that,
Is this the type of place that they just 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!
Well, the plane landed and when I came out,
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out.
I ain't trying to get arrested yet,
I just got here,
I sprang with the quickness and 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, homes to Bel-Air!'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8,
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later!'
I looked at my kingdom,
I was finally there,
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air!