Série - Um Maluco No Pedaço - Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air

Now this is a story, all about how

My life got flipped, turned upside-down

And I'd like to take a minute

Just sit right there

I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

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 makin' trouble in my neighborhood

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared

And said: You're movin with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!

I begged and pleaded with her day after day

But she packaged 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

Drinkin orange juice out of a champagne glass

Is this what the people in Bel-Air livin like?

Hmm, this might be alright

But wait, I hear they're prissy

Bourgeois, all that

Is this the type of place that they should 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, uh

The plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude, looked like a cop

Standin there with my name out

I ain't tryin to get arrested yet

I just got here

I sprang with the quickness

Like lightening, dissappeared

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 home, to Bel-Air

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie 'yo home, smell ya later

Looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air