| 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 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 | 
| Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood | 
| I got in one little fight and my mom got scared | 
| And 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 | 
| Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass | 
| Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like? | 
| Hmmm, this might be all right | 
| But wait, I hear they’re prissy, bourgeois, and all that | 
| Is this the type of place that they just sent 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 looked like a cop standin' there with my name out | 
| I ain’t tryin' 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 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» | 
| Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there | 
| To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air |