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 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 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? 

Hmmmmm this might be alright 

But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that 

Is this the type of place that they just 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, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out 

ain't trying to 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 could say that this cab was rare 

But I thought 'Nah, 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