In West Philadelphia born and raised and on the playground is where I spent most of my days chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool. All shooting 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 and said "You're moving 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?
Hmm, this might be all right. 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.