Now, this is a story all about hownMy life got flipped-turned upside downnAnd I liked to take a minutenJust sit right therenI’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel AirnnIn west Philadelphia born and raisednOn the playground was where I spent most of my daysnChillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all coolnAnd all shootin some b-ball outside of the schoolnWhen a couple of guysnWho were up to no goodnStartin making trouble in my neighborhoodnI got in one little fight and my mom got scarednShe said ’You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air’nnI begged and pleaded with her day after daynBut she packed my suite case and send me on my waynShe gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.nI put my walkman on and said, ’I might as well kick it’.nnFirst class, yo this is badnDrinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.nIs this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?nHmmmmm this might be alright.nnBut wait I hear there’re prissy, wine all thatnIs Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?nI don’t think sownI’ll see when I get therenI hope they’re prepared for the prince of Bel-AirnnWell, the plane landed and when I came outnThere was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name outnI ain’t trying to get arrestednI just got herenI sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappearednnI whistled for a cab and when it came nearnThe license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirrornIf anything I can say this cab is rarenBut I thought ’Now forget it’ - ’Yo homes to Bel Air’nnI pulled up to the house about 7 or 8nAnd I yelled to the cabbie ’Yo homes smell ya later’nI looked at my kingdomnI was finally therenTo sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air