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The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air Intro 
Medium
by Will Smith
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Now, is a story
All about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell 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
out maxing
all cool
And all shooting some b-ball
Outside of the school
a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight
And my mom got scared
She said you're with your auntie
And uncle in Bel Air
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case
And send me on my way
She gave me a kiss
And she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said
I as it
class, yo, this is bad
Drinking orange out of a champagne glass
Is what the of Bel Air like
(Hmm) This might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And when it came near
The plate fresh
And it had a dice in the mirror
If I can say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo, home to Bel Air
I pulled
Up to the house seven or eight
And I 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 life got flipped-turned upside down
And I to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell 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
out maxing
all cool
And all shooting some b-ball
Outside of the school
a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight
And my mom got scared
She said you're with your auntie
And uncle in Bel Air
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case
And send me on my way
She gave me a kiss
And she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said
I as it
class, yo, this is bad
Drinking orange out of a champagne glass
Is what the of Bel Air like
(Hmm) This might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And when it came near
The plate fresh
And it had a dice in the mirror
If I can say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo, home to Bel Air
I pulled
Up to the house seven or eight
And I 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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