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/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/Startin 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 suite case and send 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./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 is rare/But I thought 'Now 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