In west Philadelphia born and raised on the playground is where I spent most of my days chillin' out, maxing and relaxin' all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of school, when a couple of guys they were up to no good started making trouble in our neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said your moving in with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air
I whisted for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and 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 seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell you later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air.