Look at those Korean mother****ers across the street. I betcha they haven't been a year off da mother**** boat before they opened up their own place.
It's been about a year.
A mother**** year off the mother**** boat and got a good business in our neighborhood occupying a building that had been boarded up for longer than I care to remember and I've been here a long time.
It has been a long time.
How long?
Too long! Too long. Now for the life of me, I haven't been able to figger this out. Either dem Koreans are geniuses or we Blacks are just plain dumb.
It's got to be because we are black. Ain't no other explanation. No, no, I know, man. You know it's true. Ain't they always trying to keep the black man to be about shit?
You mother****ers hold that shit down. I'm tired of hearing that old excuse, I'm tired of hearing that shit.
You know, I swear, man, I will be one happy fool when we open our own business right here in our neighborhood. I swear to God, I will be the first in line to spend what little money I got.
Be right there with you, man.
You mother****ers are always talking that old Keith Sweat shit: 'I'm gonna. I'm gonna do this, I'm gonna do that.' You ain't gonna do a god-damn thing, but sit your monkey ass on this corner. Hey, ML, when you gonna get your business, huh? [no answer from ML] Yeah, just like I thought. You ain't going to do a goddamn thing. But I'll tell you what I'm going to do, hear me, I'm gonna go over there and give them Koreans more of my money. Get the **** out of my way. It's Miller time, mother****ers. Old, moose-head ****ers telling me what to do. And, Coconut, you got a lot of damn nerve, you got off the boat, too. Leave me alone. [To the Koreans] Hey, Kung Fu, go on give me one of them damn beers. Damn it!
