South Beach Wigga
Doc, a veteran SEAL, bailed me out and took me to South Miami Beach after the eye of the hurricane passed by. I asked him what in the world a “wigga” meant as we waited in line at a gas station.
MY SOUTH BEACH WIGGA RAP
BY
DAVID ARTHUR WALTERS
I had never heard the word “wigga” until Doc Hanley pronounced it in the car after he saved me from Ft. Lauderdale. l had landed there two days before Hurricane Jeanne blew in. My hotel reservation had been deleted because I was illegally bumped for someone willing to pay a higher rate. A cab driver took me to a decrepit motel, in what is euphemistically called the “inner city,” where I was able to rent one of the last rooms available.
It was an interesting place. Russian “exchange students” posing as maids were the center of attraction, especially when they swam nude in the scum-laden pool as the storm whipped up. The lights went out, and people from the hood surrounding the motel were knocking on the doors, asking for money, cigarettes, food, whatever could be spared.
So Doc, a veteran SEAL, bailed me out and took me to South Miami Beach after the eye of the hurricane passed by. I asked him what in the world a “wigga” meant as we waited in line at a gas station. He pointed out a white man who was vacuuming out his car as rap music blared from inside the car, rattling the vehicle as if it were a tin can. The man had his pants pulled way down in back, showing black boxers with big pink polka dots.
“That’s a wigga,” he said.
“What?”
“A white nigga.”
“Oh.”
I thought of Doc the other day when I passed by a Washington Avenue tattoo parlor. A heavily tattooed white man, with pants pulled down, and a black fellow sporting lots of bling, were chatting by the doorway. During the course of their exchange, wherein every fifth word was the F-word, the black man addressed the white guy as “nigga” several times, and I noticed that when he did so the white guy’s face lit up with delight.
“Wow,” I thought, “that is what Doc was talking about. The fellow is a wigga for sure. And the black man is playing him.”
Now I do not like to use vulgar language unless I am really angry and lose control, and even then I do not use racist terms as I was not raised early on in that climate. Still I believed the meaning of wigga should be memorialized, so I put on my Nicki Minaj album yesterday and jotted down the following:
SOUTH BEACH WIGGA RAP
Sample Lyric by Grey Boy
SCENE:
Chorus and Wigga in front of Washington Avenue tattoo parlor, Duck Tours bus passing by, Wigga has pants way down and has big slice of pizza
CHORUS:
Hey, hey, looka you, looka you
White boy, wigga now, wigga now,
You a South Beach wigga boy now,
Wigga wigga bona fide boy,
What you say now (what you say now)
WIGGA:
I say fuckada fuck fuck fuck!
I’m a fuckin South Beach wigga!
Looka me now South Beach Duck Tours,
Go fuck a duck, I’m a wigga now,
Fucka ducka fucka ducka
CHORUS:
Hey, hey, looka you, looka you
White boy nigga now, wigga now,
You a South Beach wigga boy now,
Wigga nigga bona fide boy,
What you say now (what you say now)
WIGGA:
I ain’t afraid (I ain’t afraid)
I got my piece (I got my piece)
I got my slice (I got my slice)
I’m a wigga (I’m a wigga)
I’m a fuckin South Beach wigga
I’m a pants down wigga nigga,
On the fuckin beach with bitches
Grabbin my crotch (grabbin my crotch)
Saying fuckety fuckety fuck,
I’ve got it made (I’ve got it made)
I ain’t afraid (I ain’t afraid)
I got my slice, I got my piece,
I got bitches, I got bitches,
They got their tits I got my tats,
Fuckin white boys go fuck yourselves
I got it all, I got it all,
I’m the man now, I’m the man now,
Fucka ducka fuckety fuck
I’m a wigga, I’m a wigga
CHORUS:
Hey, hey, looka you, looka you
White boy, nigga now, wigga now,
You a South Beach wigga boy,
Wigga nigga bona fide boy
You a nigga toy, wigga boy!
xYx