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 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 WHISTLED FOR A CAB AND WHEN IT 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, HOMES TO BEL-AIR!'
I PULLED UP TO THE HOUSE AT BOUT SEVEN OR EIGHT,
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!