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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 upside down
And I liked to take a minute
sit there
I'll you how I became the prince
Of a called Bel Air
In Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I most of my days
Chilling out maxing
Relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball
Outside of the school
When 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 said you're moving with your auntie
And uncle in Bel Air
I begged and pleaded her day after day
But she my suite case
And send me on my way
She me a kiss
And she me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said
I as well it
class, yo, this is bad
orange out of a champagne glass
Is the people of Bel Air like
(Hmm) This might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And when it came near
The license said fresh
And it had a in the mirror
If anything I can say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo, to Bel Air
I pulled
Up to the about seven or eight
And I to the cabbie, yo homes, smell you later
I at my kingdom
I was there
To sit on my throne
As the of Bel Air
All how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
sit there
I'll you how I became the prince
Of a called Bel Air
In Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I most of my days
Chilling out maxing
Relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball
Outside of the school
When 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 said you're moving with your auntie
And uncle in Bel Air
I begged and pleaded her day after day
But she my suite case
And send me on my way
She me a kiss
And she me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said
I as well it
class, yo, this is bad
orange out of a champagne glass
Is the people of Bel Air like
(Hmm) This might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And when it came near
The license said fresh
And it had a in the mirror
If anything I can say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo, to Bel Air
I pulled
Up to the about seven or eight
And I to the cabbie, yo homes, smell you later
I at my kingdom
I was there
To sit on my throne
As the of Bel Air
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