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 live 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 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

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 lightening disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near

The license plate said "Fresh", and had dice in the mirror

If anything I could say that this cab was rare

But I thought nah forget it, yo home 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