The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air Ingrid Michaelson
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CNow this is a story, allAm about howFMy life got flipFmped, turned upsCide-downCAnd I’d like to take a minuteAJust sit riGght FmthereFI’ll tell you how I became the princeFmOf a town called Bel-ACirCIn west Philadelphia, born Gand raisedFOn a playground is where i spent most ofC my daysCChilling out, maxing, relaGxing all coolFAnd all shooting some b-ball outsiCde of the schoolFmWhen a couple of guys they were up to noFm/Eb goodAmStarted making trouble in my neighborFmhoodFmI got in one little fight and my momFm/Eb got scaredAmAnd said you’re moving with your auntie and uncle in BeCl-AirCi whistled for a cab and whenG it came nearFthe license plate said freshCand had dice in the mirrorCif anything i could say that thiGs cab was rareFbut i thought nah, forget itCyo home to bel-air!Ci-pulled- up to a house about seven oGr eightFi yelled to the cabbie yo homeC, smell you laterClooked at my kingdom i was finallyAm thGere Fm Fto sit on my throne as the prince ofFm bel-air C Rate this interpretation
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