Hell, there's a Corner Nigga where I work.
I work at a local fast food place, and Corner Nigga and his friends sit in there ALL DAMN DAY. Whenever someone tries to order, he pipes up.
For example, the other day, a young girl ordered as follows:
"Yes, I'd like a salad and --"
"Yo, bitch said she wanted a salad, crackah! She said she's watchin' her figyah, so make it light! She said she ain't want fries with it, neithah!"
To which I say, "She only said one of those things. Let her finish her order."
"Aight, aight, dawg. Don't be gettin' so big and mad, yo."
So she continues, "Uhm, well, okay then. I'll have a salad and a large Sprite, plea--"
"Ya'll hear dat? She wants a LARGE Sprite. Don't be givin' her a medium, or none o' dat shit, dawg."
"LET HER FINISH!"
"Oh, day-yam, yo. Chill, I let her finish, day-yam."