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 howI became the prince of a town called Bel-Air



In West Philadelphia,

born an' raised,

on the playground is where i spent mosta my days,

Chillin out, maxin', relaxin' all cool,

An' all shootin some B-ball outside of the school,

When a couple o' guys who were up to no good,

Started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood,

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 saig 'Id might as well kickin'

First class, 'Yo, this is bad' drinkin orange juice out of a champange glass

'Is this what the people of Bel Air live like?'

'Hmm.. this might be allright!'

The way Id hear the percy, boots white and all

I had to sit as I have a place of they just in this school cat

'I dont think so', 'I see what i get there'

I hope theyre prepared for the Prince of Bel Air!



Well I, tha plain land and when I came out

there was a dude look like a cop standin' there with my name out

'I aint trying to get arrested yet, 'I just got here'

I sprang with the quickness like light has disappeared



I whistled for a cab and when i came near,

The license plate said 'Fresh',

And had dice in the mirror,

If anything i could say that this cab was rare,

But I thought 'Nah, forget it - Yo, home to Bel-Air!'



I pulled up to the house at bout seven or eight,-aca