Directions Just For Beer

You, sure, can walk up to that car In front of the house with a star And, sure, can keep moving straight You'll get to a proud sign post On which is inscribed "West Coast": I dare say Men of Tupac, Though his sweet Rashness they lack... It's a strange shop on the joint's right But with a glass door and walls white. In one shop sits A Gamji Content to seem Alhaji Just for the pleasure of it, People telling " it is writ!" The man is my "sick" uncle, I like him down to ankle... Whatever one asks in beer He gives with the fullest leer; I know Hot Beer is your fear: He's got the cold ones, my dear