Ghetto kid: Real gangstas get it down on the flo’, on the flo’.
Nerdy kid: What’s a flo’?
–Info Tech High
Overheard by: mary alice v.
Ghetto kid: Real gangstas get it down on the flo’, on the flo’.
Nerdy kid: What’s a flo’?
–Info Tech High
Overheard by: mary alice v.
Homie #1: Fuck you, nigga! You ain’t hustlin’!
Homie #2: No, fuck you! My shit is tight!
Homie #1: I’m still spendin’ money from ’93, nigga!
Homie #2: I’m still spendin’ money from ’88, nigga!
–119th & 7th
Overheard by: yvahn
Chick: What the hell you doin’ goin’ around hittin’ on other women?
Boyfriend: It ain’t like that! It ain’t like that!
Chick: What’s the matter witchoo?! [Slaps him.]Boyfriend: I just want to know if I still got it!
–Meatpacking District
Big black woman to son: I’m gonna smack you so hard, you’re gonna taste it!
Son, wailing: I don’t want to taste it!
Passerby: I don’t want to taste it either.
–74th St-Roosevelt Ave station
Ghetto mama #1: Yeah, I get him ready for bed, and then he starts cryin’ and shit.
Ghetto mama #2: Girl, you give that baby some NyQuil before you put him to bed and he will be good to go.
–Williamsburg, Brooklyn
Big black lady #1: Have you been to that new Queens mall?
Big black lady #2: No.
Big black lady #1: Half the people be shoppin’, half of ’em be watchin’ people, and I don’t even know ’bout the other half. It gets so damn crowded!
–1 train
Overheard by: No Kidding
Big mama #1: Who’s saying I don’t think I fuck up? I always fuck up!
Big mama #2: Shit! I was born to fuck up!
–42nd & Broadway
Overheard by: D money
Asian guy: Also, Freddie Mercury didn’t deserve to die.
Black guy: I’m okay with him dead. He was gay, he fucked around, he had AIDS — he deserved to die.
Asian guy: So, you are saying that people who sleep around too much deserve to die? I sleep around. Do I deserve to die?
Black guy: … Yes.
–E train
Overheard by: Ting
Black guy #1 walking behind a lady with kid: Damn! I didn’t know white women had butts like our black women.
Black guy #2: Me neither.
–Liberty Ave, Queens
Overheard by: nycgal
Eight-year-old black boy: Skeet, skeet, skeet all over the wall. Skeet, skeet, skeet all over the wall.
Mom: I told you to stop that!
Eight-year-old black boy, three minutes later: Skeet, skeet, skeet all over the wall. Skeet, skeet, skeet all over the wall.
–Restroom, Penn Station
Overheard by: Amanda
