I was a little boy. I sucked on my thumbs. My mommy said to stop. I didn't respond because I just kept suckin my tasty thumbs. The next day mother came in my room. The following day, after i cleaned mothers mess, mom entered my room and cut off my tasty thumbs. I then looked around and began sucking on my index fingers. My mother then told me to stop. I didn't so then she cut off my index fingers. I cried myself to sleep that night. I begged and pleaded with her the other 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 Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass; Is this what the people of Bel Air are livin' like? Hmmm, this might be alright But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois and all that Is this the type of place that they should 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, uh, the plane landed and when I came out. There was a dude look like a cop standin' wavin' my name out, I ain't tryin' 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 had a 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 seven or eight, And I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air!