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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 liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince
Of a town called Bel Air
In Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
out maxing
Relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball
Outside of the school
a couple of guys
Who 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 uncle in Bel Air
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my case
And send me on my way
She me a kiss
And she gave me my ticket
I put my on and said
I might as well kick it
First class, yo, is bad
orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is what the people of Bel Air living like
(Hmm) might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And when it came near
The plate said fresh
And it had a dice in the mirror
If anything I can say cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo, home to Bel Air
I pulled
Up to the house about seven or eight
And I 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 upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince
Of a town called Bel Air
In Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
out maxing
Relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball
Outside of the school
a couple of guys
Who 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 uncle in Bel Air
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my case
And send me on my way
She me a kiss
And she gave me my ticket
I put my on and said
I might as well kick it
First class, yo, is bad
orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is what the people of Bel Air living like
(Hmm) might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And when it came near
The plate said fresh
And it had a dice in the mirror
If anything I can say cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo, home to Bel Air
I pulled
Up to the house about seven or eight
And I 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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