You can put your brothers and uncles and nieces and nephews, step-fathers, step-mothers, whoever you want. You want brothers up on the wall, get your own place. Hey, hey, Sal, how come you ain't got no brothers up on the wall here? You black cocksucker! You nigger motherfucker! You fucking white trash! I'll fuck you up!Ĭome on, man, you fucking guinea trash! Jump over the motherfucking counter! You black cocksucker! I'll fucking tear your fucking nigger ass! Hey, man, get the fuck out of here! We're fucking closed!įuck you! We're closing you guinea bastards for good! For good, motherfucker! Until you get some black people on that motherfucking Wall of Fame! It's about turning that shit off and getting the fuck out of my place! Why it got to be about jungle music? Why it got to be about Africa? It's about them fucking pictures! Turn that jungle music off! We ain't in Africa! We're trying to go fucking home! We've been here all fucking day, Buggin Out! No! Are you? Fuck you! We want some black people on that motherfucking Wall of Fame now! I'm your father, and I love you, I'm sorry but. Look, what I'm trying to say, son, is, uh. Oh, you may think It's funny, but I'm very proud of that. I mean, for Christ's sake, Pino, they grew up on my food. Yeah, sure, some of them don't like us, but most of them do. I never had no trouble with these people. We should stay in our own neighborhood, stay in Bensonhurst, and the niggers should stay in theirs. Pop, what can I say? I don't want to be here. If they were your friends they wouldn't laugh at you. Go feed the moulies".ĭo your friends put money in your pocket, Pino? Food on your table? They pay your rent, a roof over your head? They're not your friends. It's like I come to work, it's Planet of the Apes. What am I doing? I been here twenty-five years. What am I gonna do? What am I - that's all I know. There's too many pizzerias already there. can we sell this and open up a new one in our own neighborhood? You really think you know what's best for us, Pino? maybe we should sell this place, get out while we're still ahead. We wanna thank you all for makin' our lives just a little brighter here on We Love Radio!ĭaddy, you know, I've been thinking. WE LOVE ROLL CALL, Y'ALL! Boogie Down Productions, Rob Base, Dana Dane, Marley Marl, Olatunji, Chuck D, Ray Charles, EPMD, EU, Alberta Hunter, Run-D.M.C., Stetsasonic, Sugar Bear, John Coltrane, Big Daddy Kane, Salt-n-Pepa, Luther Vandross, McCoy Tyner, Biz Markie, New Edition, Otis Redding, Anita Baker, Thelonious Monk, Marcus Miller, Branford Marsalis, James Brown, Wayne Shorter, Tracy Chapman, Miles Davis, Force MDs, Oliver Nelson, Fred Wesley, Maceo, Janet Jackson, Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington, Jimmy Jam, Terry Lewis, George Clinton, Count Basie, Mtume, Stevie Wonder, Bobby McFerrin, Dexter Gordon, Sam Cooke, Parliament-Funkadelic, Al Jarreau, Teddy Pendergrass, Joe Williams, Wynton Marsalis, Phyllis Hyman, Sade, Sarah Vaughn, Roland Kirk, Keith Sweat, Kool Moe Dee, Prince, Ella Fitzgerald, Dianne Reeves, Aretha Franklin, Bob Marley, Bessie Smith, Whitney Houston, Dionne Warwick, Steel Pulse, Little Richard, Mahalia Jackson, Jackie Wilson, Cannonball AND Nat Adderley, Quincy Jones, Marvin Gaye, Charles Mingus AND Marion Williams. Yo! Hold up! Time out! TIME OUT! Y'all take a chill! Ya need to cool that shit out! And that's the double truth, Ruth! It's cheap, I got a good price for you, Mayor Koch, "How I'm doing," chocolate-egg-cream-drinking, bagel-and-lox, B'nai B'rith Jew asshole. You Goya bean-eating, 15-in-a-car, 30-in-an-apartment, pointed shoes, red-wearing, Menudo, mire-mire Puerto Rican cocksucker. You little slanty-eyed, me-no-speaky-American, own-every-fruit-and-vegetable-stand-in-New-York, bullshit, Reverend Sun Myung Moon, Summer Olympics '88, Korean kick-boxing son of a bitch. Take your fuckin' pizza-pizza and go the fuck back to Africa. You gold-teeth-gold-chain-wearin', fried-chicken-and-biscuit-eatin', monkey, ape, baboon, big thigh, fast-runnin', high-jumpin', spear-chuckin', 360-degree-basketball-dunkin' titsun spade Moulan Yan. Dago, wop, guinea, garlic-breath, pizza-slingin', spaghetti-bendin', Vic Damone, Perry Como, Luciano Pavarotti, Sole Mio, nonsingin' motherfucker.
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