Sing along with the Prince

Sing along with Will Smith
Here you have the lyrics:
 Now this is 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 a playground is where I spent most of my days.
Chillin out, maxin, relaxin' all cool and all shootin some b-ball
outside the school when a couple of guys they were up to no good,
startin makin trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and mom got scared she said,
"you're movin with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
 "I begged and pleaded with her the other day,
 but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way.
She gave me a kissin' and gave me my ticket,
I put on my walkman and said "I might as well kick it".
First class yo this is bad, drinkin orange juice out of a champagne glass...
Is this what the people of Bel-Air are livin like? Hmmm this might be alright!
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 this cab was rare but I thought
 "Nah forget it... Yo homes to Bel-Air!"
 I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to cab
 "Yo Homes Smell ya lata!" I looked at my kingdom I was finally there
 to sit on the throne as the Prince of Bel-Air."

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