AND HE SAID "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air." I WHISLTED FOR A CAB AND WHEN IT CAME NEAR THE LICENSE PLATE SAID FRESH AND IT HAD A 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." I PULLED UP TO THE HOUSE ABOUT SEVEN OR EIGHT AND I YELLED TO THE CABBY "YO HOLMES SMELL YOU LATER." LOOKED AT MY KINGDOM I WAS FINALLY THERE, TO SIT ON MY THRONE AS THE PRINCE OF BEL-AIR.