verydillon

In west Philadelphia born and raised <br>On the playground was where I spent most of my days <br>Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool <br>And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school <br>When a couple of guys who were up to no good <br>Started making trouble in my neighborhood <br>I got in one little fight and my mom got scared <br>She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air' <br> <br>I begged and pleaded with her day after day <br>But she packed my suit case and sent me on my way <br>She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. <br>I put my Walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'. <br> <br>First class, yo this is bad <br>Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. <br>Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? <br>Hmm this might be alright. <br> <br>But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that <br>Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat? <br>I don't think so <br>I'll see when I get there <br>I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air <br> <br>Well, the plane landed and when I came out <br>There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out <br>I ain't trying to get arrested yet <br>I just got here <br>I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared <br> <br>I whistled for a cab and when it came near <br>The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror <br>If anything I could say that this cab was rare <br>But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, homes to Bel Air' <br> <br>I pulled up to the house about seven or eigth <br>And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' <br>I looked at my kingdom <br>I was finally there <br>To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air <br>