It all started in West Philadelphia. I spent most of my days on the play ground here, hanging out with friends. We were just chillin' out, relaxing all cool and shit, shootin' some b-ball. Then, out of nowhere, a bunch of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my local living area. 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 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? Hmm 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, home to Bel-Air" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie "Yo home smell ya later" I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air