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| − | Now this is a story all about how
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| − | My life got flipped-turned upside down
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| − | And I'd like to take a minute
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| − | Just sit right there
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| − | 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
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| − | On the playground was where I spent most of my days
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| − | Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
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| − | And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
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| − | When a couple of guys who were up to no good
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| − | Started making trouble in my neighborhood
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| − | I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
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| − | She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
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| − | I begged and pleaded with her day after day
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| − | But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
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| − | She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
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| − | I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it."
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| − | First class, yo, this is bad
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| − | Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
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| − | Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
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| − | Hmm, this might be alright.
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| − | But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
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| − | Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
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| − | I don't think so
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| − | I'll see when I get there
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| − | I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
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| − | Well, the plane landed and when I came out
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| − | There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
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| − | I ain't trying to get arrested yet
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| − | I just got here
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| − | I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
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| − | I whistled for a cab and when it came near
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| − | The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
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| − | If anything I could say that this cab was rare
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| − | But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
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| − | – "Yo, home to Bel-Air."
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| − | I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
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| − | And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later."
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| − | I looked at my kingdom
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| − | I was finally there
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| − | To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air
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