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Fresh Prince Of Bel Air

Ingrid Michaelson
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
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
In  west Philadelphia, born and  raised
On  a playground is where i spent most of  my days
Chilling  out, maxing, relaxing  all cool
And  all shooting some b-ball outside  of the school
When  a couple of guys they were up to no  good
Started  making trouble in my neighborhood
I  got in one little fight and my mom  got  scared
And  said you’re moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air
i  whistled for a cab and when  it came near
the  license plate said fresh
and  had dice in the mirror
if  anything i could say that this  cab was rare
but  i thought nah, forget it
yo  home to bel-air!
i-pulled-  up to a house about seven or  eight
 (or ?)
 i yelled to the cabbie yo home, smell you later
looked  at my kingdom i was finally  there
to  sit on my throne as the prince of  bel-air

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Readable chord sheet for Fresh Prince Of Bel Air by Ingrid Michaelson

[C]Now this is a story, all[Am] about how

[F]My life got flip[Fm]ped, turned upsi[C]de-down

[C]And I’d like to take a minute

[A]Just sit ri[G]ght t[Fm]here

[F]I’ll tell you how I became the prince

[Fm]Of a town called Bel-A[C]ir

[C]In west Philadelphia, born [G]and raised

[F]On a playground is where i spent most of[C] my days

[C]Chilling out, maxing, rela[G]xing all cool

[F]And all shooting some b-ball outsi[C]de of the school

[Fm]When a couple of guys they were up to no[Fm] go[Eb]od

[Am]Started making trouble in my neighbor[Fm]hood

[Fm]I got in one little fight and my mom[Fm] go[Eb]t scared

[Am]And said you’re moving with your auntie and uncle in Be[C]l-Air

[C]i whistled for a cab and when[G] it came near

[F]the license plate said fresh

[C]and had dice in the mirror

[C]if anything i could say that thi[G]s cab was rare

[F]but i thought nah, forget it

[C]yo home to bel-air!

[C]i-pulled- up to a house about seven o[G]r eight

[F]                             [C] (or [Fm]?)
i yelled to the cabbie yo home, smell you later

[C]looked at my kingdom i was finally[Am] th[G]ere  [Fm]

[F]to sit on my throne as the prince of[Fm] bel-air           [C]

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