In west Philadelphia born and raised. On the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin out, maxin, relaxing all cool, And all shooting some b-ball outside of school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one lil 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. So 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 champaine glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmm this might be allright. But wait I hear prissy, bourgeois and all that. Is this the type of place they should send this cool cat. I don't think, I'll see when I get there. I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air.

Well ah the plain landed and I came out. There was a dude that looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I aint trying to get arrested yet I just got here. I sprang with the quickness of lightning and dissapeared. 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 naw forget it yo homes to Bel-Air.

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8. And I yelled to the cabby "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.