In West Philedelphia i was born and raised.. on the playground is where i spent most of my days.. chilling out & relaxing all cool, and 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 little fight.. and my momma got scared.. she said "ur moving with ur auntie and uncle to bel-air...so i whistled for a cab.. and when it came near.. the license plate said fresh with a dice in the mirror.. if anything i thought that this cab was were.. but i thought nah' forget it.. yo homes the bel air.. i pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and i yelled to cabbie yo homes smell ya later... to think of my home.. i was finally there.. it said on my thrown.. THE PRINCE OF BEL-AIR....

^^ mad rhymes....

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