Wait a minute, are you...?!
In west Philadelphia born and raised!On the playground is where I spent most of my 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 my neighborhood.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?Hmmm... this might be all right.But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that!Is this the type of place that they just 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 looked like a cop standing there with my name out.I ain't trying 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 it had dice in the mirror.If anything I could say that this cab was rare.But I thought nah, 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.