Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute just sit right there
And 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', relaxing all cool, 
And all shooting 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 lil fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving 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 champaine glass 
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmm this might be alright 
But wait I hear prissy, bourgeois and all that
Is this the type of place 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 ah the plane landed and when I came out 
There was a dude that 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 like lightning dissapeared
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 this cab was rare
But I thought naw forget it yo homes to Bel-Air

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 
And I yelled to the cabby "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