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The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air Lyrics – DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

    The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air is a popular rap song by DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince from the album Single. Check words to DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air Lyrics in English below.

    The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air Lyrics – DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince 

    [Verse 1]
    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

    [Verse 2]
    In West Philadelphia born and raised
    On the playground is 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 makin’ trouble in my neighborhood
    I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
    And 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 all right
    But wait, I hear they’re prissy, bourgeois, and all that
    Is this the type of place that they should 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
    [Verse 3]
    Well, uh
    The plane landed and when I came out
    There was a dude, 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!”

    [Verse 4]
    I pulled up to a 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


    Writer(s): DJ Jazzy Jeff, Will Smith

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