Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of bel-air livin like, Hmm this might be alright! I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air