Well, in my hood...
We always had a neighborhood thug with 'lil in his name (lil buddah, lil jo-jo, lil quayshawn...)
In the summer time, our relief from the heat was poppin the fire hydrant..
We would play hide and go seek.. you know...' Inky pinky ponky, daddy bought a donky, the donky died, daddy cried...'
for my friends in deep east oakland, sideshows was it... Lil Ant be in that 5.0 with the gold rims, and like ten 15" subs in the trunk and you can hear the liscence plate rattle more than anyting else.
I could always hear the ice cream truck, but never heard my mom when she would call me
i could go on.... i'm gonna hit yall with my east coast ghetto story in a sec...