Songtext The fresh prince of bel-air von Will Smith

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The 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,
So 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 is where Ii 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
She said 'You're movin with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!'

I begged and pleeded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent on my way
She gave me a kiss
And then she gave me my ticket
I put my Walkman on and said 'Might as well kick it!'

First class
Yo this is bad
Drinkin orange juice out of a champaine glass
Is this what the people in Bel-Air livin like?
Hmm... this might be alright

But wait I hear the prissy,
Bushwa and all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool catà
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared
For the Prince of Bel-Air!

Well I,
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
And like lightening dissappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said 'Fresh'
And had 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!'
I looked at my kingdom,
I was finally there!
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!

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Now this is a story, all about how
 My life got flipped, turned upside-down,
 And I'd like to take a minute,
 So 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 is where Ii 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
 She said 'You're movin with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!'

I begged and pleeded with her day after day
 But she packed my suitcase and sent on my way
 She gave me a kiss
 And then she gave me my ticket
 I put my Walkman on and said 'Might as well kick it!'

First class
 Yo this is bad
 Drinkin orange juice out of a champaine glass
 Is this what the people in Bel-Air livin like?
 Hmm... this might be alright

But wait I hear the prissy,
 Bushwa and all that
 Is this the type of place that they should send this cool catà
 I don't think so
 I'll see when I get there
 I hope they're prepared
 For the Prince of Bel-Air!

Well I,
 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
 And like lightening dissappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
 The license plate said 'Fresh'
 And had 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!'
 I looked at my kingdom,
 I was finally there!
 To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!