He was truly one of the Greats.
story time.
So i'm at Mr Whitlock's barbershop
(kimora lee's pops..... R.I.P)
back in the day.
I'd fall through to listen to him (whitlock) talk shyt
and sit in on a chest game.
i'm there with a few homies i was close
enough to to have around Mr Whitlock because
he was a old player that was having no nikka shyt.
In walks Mr gregory, I shake his hand and get
a picture with him and things settle down.
(this is dead ass how shyt went)
Mr whitlock: you young men are in the pressence of greatness.

Me: my great uncle died and I got all of your records.

dikk: next time i'm in town i'll sign em son.

My homie: you an old school singer?.....motown?

Mr whitlock:

Me:

dikk: st louis nikkas aint shyt but murderers and thieves!

The homie:

dikk: bet you young mutha fukkas got guns and dope on you now.

Me:

dikk: whitlock these nikkas are gonna kill you.....they aint shyt.

The homie:

dikk: that's the problem nikkas dont know shyt.....HUH????!!!

Mr whitlock: ya'll gone and leave.....talk to you later.

Me:

dikk: punk mutha fukkas......HUH????!!!!