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The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air Intro 
Medium
de Will Smith
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Now, this is a story
All how
My life got flipped-turned down
And I liked to a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince
Of a town called Bel Air
In Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
out maxing
Relaxing all cool
And all some b-ball
Outside of the school
a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Starting making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one fight
And my mom got scared
She you're moving with auntie
And uncle in Bel Air
I and pleaded her day day
But she packed my suite case
And me on my way
She gave me a kiss
And then she me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said
I as kick it
class, yo, is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the of Bel Air like
(Hmm) This might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And when it came near
The license plate said fresh
And it had a in the mirror
If anything I can say that this cab was rare
But I thought now it, yo, home to Bel Air
I pulled
Up to the house about seven or eight
And I to the cabbie, yo homes, smell you later
I at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne
As the of Bel Air
All how
My life got flipped-turned down
And I liked to a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince
Of a town called Bel Air
In Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
out maxing
Relaxing all cool
And all some b-ball
Outside of the school
a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Starting making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one fight
And my mom got scared
She you're moving with auntie
And uncle in Bel Air
I and pleaded her day day
But she packed my suite case
And me on my way
She gave me a kiss
And then she me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said
I as kick it
class, yo, is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the of Bel Air like
(Hmm) This might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And when it came near
The license plate said fresh
And it had a in the mirror
If anything I can say that this cab was rare
But I thought now it, yo, home to Bel Air
I pulled
Up to the house about seven or eight
And I to the cabbie, yo homes, smell you later
I at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne
As the of Bel Air
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