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 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! First class 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 they're prissy Bourgeois, 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, 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: Nah, 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 Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air