In West Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, and shooting some b-ball outside of the school.
When a couple of guys who were up to no good, started making 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 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? Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear the pricey booze, wine all that. Is Bel-Air the type of place they 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 and yelled my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested - I just got here. I sprang with the quickness like lightening, 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 can say this cab is rare, but I thought 'Now forget it. Yo homes to Bel Air'.
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and 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.
