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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 how
My got flipped-turned down
And I liked to take a minute
sit right there
I'll you how I became the prince
Of a town Bel Air
In Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent of my days
out maxing
Relaxing all cool
And all b-ball
Outside of the school
a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Starting making in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight
And my mom got scared
She you're moving with your auntie
And in Bel Air
I begged and pleaded her day after day
But she packed my suite case
And send me on my way
She gave me a kiss
And she me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said
I might as well kick it
First class, yo, this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is the people of Bel Air like
(Hmm) might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And when it came 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 now forget it, yo, home to Bel Air
I pulled
Up to the house seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie, yo homes, smell you later
I at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne
As the Prince of Bel Air
All how
My got flipped-turned down
And I liked to take a minute
sit right there
I'll you how I became the prince
Of a town Bel Air
In Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent of my days
out maxing
Relaxing all cool
And all b-ball
Outside of the school
a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Starting making in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight
And my mom got scared
She you're moving with your auntie
And in Bel Air
I begged and pleaded her day after day
But she packed my suite case
And send me on my way
She gave me a kiss
And she me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said
I might as well kick it
First class, yo, this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is the people of Bel Air like
(Hmm) might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And when it came 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 now forget it, yo, home to Bel Air
I pulled
Up to the house seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie, yo homes, smell you later
I at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne
As the Prince of Bel Air
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