Downtown Atlanta. White dude had a record store. Forget the name. He always put me on to the new shyt. Even tried to hop me to master p back then, I'm talking early 90s. Played the ghetto trying to kill me album, I was like nah, I'm good. Chuck always kept me up to date with the newest releases. Plus. I think he was from California.
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