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The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air Intro 
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de Will Smith
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Now, this is a story
All about how
My life got flipped-turned down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll you how I became the prince
Of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is I spent most of my days
Chilling out maxing
Relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball
Outside of the school
When a of guys
Who were up to no good
making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one fight
And my mom got scared
She said you're your auntie
And uncle in Bel Air
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she my suite case
And send me on my way
She gave me a kiss
And then she gave me my ticket
I put my on and said
I as well kick it
class, yo, is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a glass
Is this the of Bel Air living like
(Hmm) This might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And it near
The license plate 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 about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie, yo homes, smell you later
I looked at my kingdom
I was there
To sit on my throne
As the Prince of Bel Air
All about how
My life got flipped-turned down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll you how I became the prince
Of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is I spent most of my days
Chilling out maxing
Relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball
Outside of the school
When a of guys
Who were up to no good
making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one fight
And my mom got scared
She said you're your auntie
And uncle in Bel Air
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she my suite case
And send me on my way
She gave me a kiss
And then she gave me my ticket
I put my on and said
I as well kick it
class, yo, is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a glass
Is this the of Bel Air living like
(Hmm) This might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And it near
The license plate 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 about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie, yo homes, smell you later
I looked at my kingdom
I was there
To sit on my throne
As the Prince of Bel Air
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