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 where I spent most of my days,
Chilling out, maxing, 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 little 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 the other day,
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way,
She gave me a kiss and she gave me my ticket,
I put my Walkman on and said I might as well kick it,

First class, yo what a smash,
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass,
Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like,
Hmm this might be alright!

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the,
License plate said "Fresh" and there was dice in the mirror,
If anything I could say that this cab was ware,
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 cabby "Yo, home smell you later",
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there,
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.