In West Philadelphia, born and raised.
On the playground was where I spent most of my 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 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 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 alright