"The Fresh Prince of Bel Air" as written by Willard C. Smith and Jeffrey Townes....
Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like 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 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 couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air

I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kissin' and she gave 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 this what the people of Bel Air livin' like
Hm this might be alright!

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
License plate said 'Fresh' and had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel Air

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie, yo Holmes smell ya later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air


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"The Fresh Prince of Bel Air" as written by Willard C. Smith Jeffrey Townes

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    General CommentLife is like a hurricane, here in duckburg. Race cars, lasers, aeroplanes, its a duck blur. Might solve a mystery or rewrite history. Duck tales, whoo oo. Everyday they're out there making duck tales, whoo oo. Tales of derring do, bad and good luck tales, d-d-d-danger, watch behind you, there's a stranger out to find you. What to do? Grab some duck tales whoo oo. Everyday they're out there making duck tales whoo oo. Tales of derring do, bad and good luck tales, whoo oo. Not pony tails, or cotton tails, no, duck tales whoo oo.
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