nervous nigga

a black man from a middle cl-ss background who wants to be like the street ‘n-gg-z’. will dress in outlandish 70s pimp gear and f-ck up drug deals through a transparent lack of experience. will try to talk the n-gg- talk but will invariably give himself away with overuse of dated terminology and lapses into refinement. essentially a nice guy who longs to be bad.
nervous n-gg-: soooo, ma man. here’s the m-th-f-cking snow, do you have ma m-th-f-cking dough?
real n-gg-: i’m sorry? oh i see. this n-gg-‘s puttin on a lil song an dance routine.
nn: now m-th-f-ck! it’s time for da feet to hit da street! ma dough, bro!
rn: you’re kinda lil excited ain’t ya? just chill y’all.
nn: now see here, if you don’t pay up then so help me g-d nigel here will set about you with a stanley knife and tear three new b-mholes in your coal black face.
rn: nigel? stanley what?
nigel: leave me out it, charles henry. i’ll do no such thing.
rn: well now. if we don’t have us a coupla nervous n-gg-z. y’all enjoying la?
nigel: oh yes. very much so. almost as scenic as richmond on thames.