The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air Ingrid Michaelson
Lyrics and guitar chords
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Now this is a story, allAm
about howF
My life got flipFm
ped, turned upsC
ide-downC
And I’d like to take a minuteA
Just sit riG
ght Fm
thereF
I’ll tell you how I became the princeFm
Of a town called Bel-AC
irC
In west Philadelphia, born G
and raisedF
On a playground is where i spent most ofC
my daysC
Chilling out, maxing, relaG
xing all coolF
And all shooting some b-ball outsiC
de of the schoolFm
When a couple of guys they were up to noFm/Eb
goodAm
Started making trouble in my neighborFm
hoodFm
I got in one little fight and my momFm/Eb
got scaredAm
And said you’re moving with your auntie and uncle in BeC
l-AirC
i whistled for a cab and whenG
it came nearF
the license plate said freshC
and had dice in the mirrorC
if anything i could say that thiG
s cab was rareF
but i thought nah, forget itC
yo home to bel-air!C
i-pulled- up to a house about seven oG
r eightF
i yelled to the cabbie yo homeC
, smell you laterC
looked at my kingdom i was finallyAm
thG
ere Fm
F
to sit on my throne as the prince ofFm
bel-air C
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