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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 is I spent most of my days
Chilling out maxing
Relaxing all cool
And all shooting b-ball
Outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who up to no good
Starting making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one fight
And my mom got scared
She said you're moving your auntie
And uncle in Bel Air
I begged and pleaded with her day after 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 on and said
I might as well kick it
First class, yo, is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is what the people of Bel Air like
(Hmm) This might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And it came near
The license plate said fresh
And it had a in the mirror
If anything I can say that cab was rare
But I now forget 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 finally 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 is I spent most of my days
Chilling out maxing
Relaxing all cool
And all shooting b-ball
Outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who up to no good
Starting making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one fight
And my mom got scared
She said you're moving your auntie
And uncle in Bel Air
I begged and pleaded with her day after 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 on and said
I might as well kick it
First class, yo, is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is what the people of Bel Air like
(Hmm) This might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And it came near
The license plate said fresh
And it had a in the mirror
If anything I can say that cab was rare
But I now forget 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 finally there
To sit on my throne
As the Prince of Bel Air
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