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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 about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I to take a minute
Just 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 most of my days
Chilling out maxing
Relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball
Outside of the school
When a of guys
Who up to no good
Starting making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight
And my mom got scared
She said you're moving auntie
And in Bel Air
I begged and with her day after day
But she packed my suite case
And send 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 kick it
class, yo, is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a glass
Is this the people of Bel Air like
(Hmm) might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And when it 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 seven or eight
And I yelled 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 you how I became the prince
Of a town Bel Air
In Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chilling out maxing
Relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball
Outside of the school
When a of guys
Who up to no good
Starting making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight
And my mom got scared
She said you're moving auntie
And in Bel Air
I begged and with her day after day
But she packed my suite case
And send 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 kick it
class, yo, is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a glass
Is this the people of Bel Air like
(Hmm) might be alright
I whistled for a cab
And when it 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 seven or eight
And I yelled 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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