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
 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 suit case 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 living like?
 Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 Is this the type of place that they just 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, 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 could say that this cab was rare
 But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, homes to Bel Air'

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