Gagdad Bob Got Me To Thinking About Willie Mitchell

Aw yeah. We got those hot stacks of wax. The platters that matter. Shake it, don’t break it, baby; took your momma nine months to make it. These cats are in the pocket, like a rocket. Swingin’, man. Break it down, now. You moldy figs find new digs. We’re gone, solid gone. Percolatin’

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