Justify Your Thug
A friend who works at a record store told me this story.
A customer came in one Sunday afternoon. This was one of those "special" customers (i.e. the kind that make clerks hide in the back office until he leaves). He strutted in decked out in full hip-hop gangsta attire--baggy jeans, baggy shirt, white basketball sneakers, chains around his neck. He headed straight to the Hip-Hop section and started barking out questions to my friend--"HEY YO, YOU GOT ANY [insert random underground rapper name]?"