Sneakers, weird stuff and the future

In West-Philadelphia born and raised On the playground where I spent most of my days Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys, they were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighbourhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air" I whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said "fresh" and had a 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 a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!