Now this is the 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 neighbourhood
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
drinking orange juice
out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people
of Bel-Air living like?
hmm this might be alright
But wait I hear the 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 standing there
with my name out
I ain't tryna 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 can say
that this cab was rare
but I thought no forget it
yo homes to Bel-Air
I pulled up to the house
about seven or eight
and I yelled to the cabbie
'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked to my kingdom
I was finally there
to sit on my throne
as the Prince of Bel-Air