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The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air Intro 
Medium
by Will Smith
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Now, this is a story
All about how
My got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
sit right there
I'll tell you how I the prince
Of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia, born and raised
On the is where I spent most of my days
Chilling out maxing
all cool
And all shooting some b-ball
Outside of the school
When a of guys
Who up to no good
Starting making in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight
And my mom got scared
She said you're auntie
And uncle in Bel Air
I begged and pleaded with her day day
But she packed my suite case
And me on my way
She 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, is bad
orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is what the people of Bel Air living like
(Hmm) This might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And when it near
The license plate said fresh
And it had a dice in the mirror
If anything I can say that this cab was rare
But I thought now it, yo, to Bel Air
I pulled
Up to the house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie, yo homes, you later
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne
As the Prince of Bel Air
All about how
My got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
sit right there
I'll tell you how I the prince
Of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia, born and raised
On the is where I spent most of my days
Chilling out maxing
all cool
And all shooting some b-ball
Outside of the school
When a of guys
Who up to no good
Starting making in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight
And my mom got scared
She said you're auntie
And uncle in Bel Air
I begged and pleaded with her day day
But she packed my suite case
And me on my way
She 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, is bad
orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is what the people of Bel Air living like
(Hmm) This might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And when it near
The license plate said fresh
And it had a dice in the mirror
If anything I can say that this cab was rare
But I thought now it, yo, to Bel Air
I pulled
Up to the house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie, yo homes, you 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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