In West Philadelphia I'm born and raised on a playground is
where I've spent the most of my days chilling out, maxing,
relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of
the school when a couple of guys, they were up to no good
started making trouble in my neighbourhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "you're moving with your aunte 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 if this's 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, go home to Bel-Air
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "Go, home smell you later" looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit my throne as the prince of Bel-Air