Oh in West Philadelphia, born and raised...
on a playground is 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 makin trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said, "you're movin' with your autie and uncle in Bel Air."
I drove up to the house round 7 or 8, and I yelled to the cabbie "you home smell ya lata!"...
Looked at my kingdom and I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air.
5 comments:
AHHHHHHHHHH! Jenny I loved it, this might be my favorite post of all time ever- in the history of blogger.
Jenny-
don't forget we use to go trick or treating together when we were kids, so this is kind of a special holiday. Have a happy Halloween!
I can't believe you're punching that poor statue in the nads, what did he ever do to you?!! Appalling! Looks like tons of fun!
Thanks Chari that's very flattering. The song had been in my head for a good month before we left.
McKenna-I'm punching him in the nads because A) Rocky was tall, and slippery from the rain so that was as far as I could reach; 2) Did you see the last Rocky movie? It was long and boring thus punch worthy.
HA! I thought the same thing about you punching Rocky...very precarious position, he's in :) I thought this blog was cute... :)
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