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Fresh Prince of Bel Air lyrics

    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
    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
    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"
    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

    Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song but in emojis

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