some bar in philly called pearl.
"Theres alot of money being tossed around in there so for all you ladies feeling the recession bearing down on you go out with your fuckem girl dress on and get it poppin with ol' daddy at Pearl."
you see "ol' daddy" and wonder.
but you know ol' daddy. old head with the short sleeve white or cream linen suit on. rockin off in those hardbottom earls or the extra tight knit shoesandles. snap brim fedora with the feather. two gold chains with no hang time. nigga smell like the coat of one of the three wise men left at a bar, frankensense and cognac. keep talking to you, but looking at your girl. trying to slide anything under twenty plus a nickel a drink and some rap from the mayfield era.
i aint mad unc'. get chose.
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