Lyrics:

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 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
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 champagne glass
Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like?
Hmm
This might be alright!

But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois and 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 who 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, 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 can say that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Nah, forget it, yo Holmes, to Bel-Air!'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo Holmes, smell ya later!'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air