Y'all be trippin' witcho big concerns about what's proppuh, and what ain't. Dig: If some cat be tryin' to 'splain sumin to yo uncomprehending azz, den jus be cool wit it, and go at it from uh nothuh angle, see? What be down wit dat dude might not be in yo experiential realm, as it were, but we all human, dat right? Jus be askin' fo a little clarification. It ain't dat hard. You gwan be thinkin' some mofo might be ignorant, and stuff, jus cuz he be murderin' duh King's English? Wrong move! I done met lotsuh peeps, in my old hood, who be sharp as a tack, see, but dey jus be using dare own talk to get things over. Am I gettin' through, here?
In reality, I speak fluent "hood speak," because of my going through the White Flight of my old Chicago South Shore neighborhood: My neighborhood went from 90% white to 87% black, in about four years. When I'm with my old buddies, and we're reminiscing, I fall, easily, back into the rhythm and jargon of my younger days. My experience from those days taught me to never judge anyone by their use of whatever common language you might be conversing in. As long as understanding is achieved, everything should be cool.