In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground is where we spent most of our 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 makin trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said Youre 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? Hmm, this might be all right But wait, I hear theyre prissy, bourgeois, and all that Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I dont think so, Ill see when I get there
I hope theyre prepared for the Prince of Bel-Air