Yo! Dress up a wigger. Then, you can chill at yer crib with some 40's and your homies.

(If I see one more privileged, middle-class kid driving a car his parents bought, cranking out the NWA, wearing a knit cap in 95 degree weather...sheesh. I do not understand hip-hop culture, and I don't understand why MTV encourages folks to adopt the lowest-common-denominator of culture.) Of course, it could be worse. They could be raging-lunatic reactionaries who, according to the right side, disagree with all of my clothing (I'm in everyone except the bottom two....)