Now, this is a story all about how
Amelia’s life got flipped-turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I’ll tell you how he became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where he spent most of his 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 his neighborhood
He got in one little fight and his mom got scared
She said, “You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air”
He begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed his suitcase and sent him on his way
She gave him a kiss and then she gave him his ticket
He 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 he heard they’re prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
He doesn’t think so
He’ll see when he gets there
He hopes they’re prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when he came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with his name out
He ain’t trying to get arrested yet, he just got here
He sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
He whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said, “Fresh” and it had dice in the mirror
If anything he could say that this cab was rare
But he thought “Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air”
He pulled up to the house about seven or eight
And he yelled to the cabbie, “Yo holmes, smell ya later”
He looked at his kingdom
He was finally there
To sit on his throne as the prince of Bel-Air