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In west Philadelphia born and raised on the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chilling out maxing relaxing all cool, and all shootin 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. She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air!"
I begged and pleaded with her day after day. But she packed my suit case 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? Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that. Is this the type of place that they just 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
Well, the plane landed and when I came out. There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared!
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 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 7 or 8, and I yelled to the cabbie '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.
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