Série - Um Maluco No Pedaço

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked 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
Startin making 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 packed my suitcase and send 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?
Hmmmmm this might be alright

But, wait, I hear there're prissy, bourgeois and 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, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say that this cab was rare
But I thought: Nah forget it, yo, homes, to Bel Air

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie: Yo, homes, smell ya later
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air