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I'm looking for a Western belt, so off I go to the local "discount mall" to see if I can find a small Mexican/Southern American stall that carries Western wear (e.g. all of them) and try and find the least ostentatious item.

No luck, this place is 100% African American. And it's cool. Black hair places, black clothing stores, black tattoo artists who specialise in tattooing African-American skin, the works. And most of the vendors had inspirational and/or political stuff up in their windows.

But I walk by this guy with a set of speakers that were 90% subwoofers and he's playing a song whose lyrics, approximately, are

(Trying to approximate the Georgia drawl it's said in, phonetically here)

"After de club we be at de Waffle House
She want ta eat befo we fuck we at de Waffle House
After we fuck I take her to her mama house
Den I go to my baby mama house"

I turned on a dime and said "whose CD is this and how much is it." $5? SOLD.

Because it's catchy as fuck and YES, I've done the sex/ eaten at Waffle House before (but after, not before. Can't imagine doing ANYTHING physical with that wad of grease and meat in my stomach).

It's called Hood Nigga (part 2) by Gorilla Zoe. Hey, support your locals.