The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Now, this is a 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
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 In West Philadelphia born and raised
 On the playground was where I spent most of my days
 Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
 And all shootin' 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
 She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
 I begged and pleaded with her day after day
 But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
 She gave me a kiss and then 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 living like?
 Hmm, this might be alright
 But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
 I don't think so
 I'll see when I get there
 I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
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 Well, the plane landed and when I came out
 There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
 I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here
 I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
 I whistled for a cab and when it came near
 The license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
 If anything I could say that this cab was rare
 But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
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 I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 I looked at my kingdom
 I was finally there
 To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air