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The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air Intro 
Medium
by 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 right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince
Of a called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is I spent most of my days
Chilling out maxing
Relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball
of the school
When a of guys
Who up to no good
Starting trouble 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 with her day after day
But she packed my suite case
And me on my way
She gave me a kiss
And then she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said
I as well kick it
First class, yo, this 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 said fresh
And it had a dice 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 house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie, yo homes, you later
I at my kingdom
I was finally 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 right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince
Of a called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is I spent most of my days
Chilling out maxing
Relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball
of the school
When a of guys
Who up to no good
Starting trouble 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 with her day after day
But she packed my suite case
And me on my way
She gave me a kiss
And then she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said
I as well kick it
First class, yo, this 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 said fresh
And it had a dice 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 house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie, yo homes, you later
I at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne
As the of Bel Air
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