In west philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground was when 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 packaged 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 in bel-air livin like?
Hmm, this might be alright

But wait I hear the prissy
Bushwa 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 I
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
And like lightening dissappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said 'fresh'
And had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought 'now, forget it – yo, homes to bel-air'

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie 'yo home, smell ya later'
Look at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air