One the best instruments if not the best always love the wax i do not think it should have been replaced. From my dad being a radio station Dj in New York City from the middle 1960's to the 1980' WHBI FM 105.9 he was rock and roll Dj which FM stereo has began i was regular dj in the military and cannot wait to get my equipment back since now they are going back to wax Hope to hear from you soon. Thanks for the Track I think they should instruments on all hit songs
I absolutely love the beat it's making me want to do something with the studio stuff When I get home from p.o. to NV. My system is down right now so I can taste you and your sound and it's real nice ,Thank you thank you
I found this record on discogs in mint condition and I think it is worth about 120 dollars. For the instrumental version, should I buy maxi lp or g funk classsic 1 & 2?
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