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The Real Cool Killers choose

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[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 14: This is New York City, the Big Apple.
at Big Apple, n.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 40: We haven’t got anybody to work on but him and it’s just his black ass.
at ass, n.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 59: Cut that Aunt Jemima routine and get up off your ass.
at Aunt Jemima, n.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 83: I ain’t gettin’ biggety [...] I just want to get the hell outen here.
at biggity, adj.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 63: You look like two-bit punk to me.
at two-bit, adj.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 153: The commissioner had come into office by way of a law practice and could handle these jaw-breaking words.
at jaw-breaking, adj.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 12: A car coming fast down from 127th Street burnt rubber in an earsplitting shriek to keep from running him down.
at burn rubber, v.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 49: ‘Give me a butt.’ Choo-Choo fished two Camels from a squashed package.
at butt, n.1
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 64: His pale yellow eyes looked wildcat crazy. But he kept his lip buttoned.
at button one’s lip, v.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 67: Can that talk.
at can, v.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 58: If Ready has killed some trick he was steering to Reba’s the chair’s too good for him.
at chair, the, n.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 107: Shhhh [...] Chalk the walking Jeffs.
at chalk, v.3
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 50: He got a shine parlor, ain’t he? Shine parlors make good dough. Maybe he’s got a chariot too.
at chariot, n.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 43: ‘Take those cheaters off’ [...] ‘Aw hell, Sheik, they couldn’t tell me from nobody else. Half the cats in Harlem wear their smoke cheaters all night long.’.
at cheaters, n.2
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 123: You’re trying to tell me you killed the white man, you chicken-livered punk?
at chicken-livered, adj.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 50: Let ’em cut the black mother-raper’s throat [...] That chicken-hearted bastard ain’t no good to us.
at chicken-hearted, adj.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 69: She caught the nigger with some chippie or ’nother.
at chippie, n.1
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 14: Cooling off as quickly as a showgirl on a broke stud.
at cool off, v.2
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 95: ‘Who covered for him in Harlem?’ he asked.
at cover (for) (v.) under cover, v.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 54: I don’t mean no cruisers, neither. I means church people and Christians.
at cruiser, n.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 25: That’s a bistro a couple of blocks up the street [...] They had a cutting there a short time earlier.
at cutting, n.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 8: Some white mother-raper up here [...] trying to diddle my little gals.
at diddle, v.1
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 89: He had a dream boat, a big green Caddy.
at dreamboat, n.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 57: One of the marcelled ebonies was saying in a lilting voice, ‘I positively did not even look at her man.’.
at ebony, n.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 63: His eyes lit on Choo-Choo’s half-smoked package of Camels [...] ‘Dump out those fags.’.
at fag, n.3
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 45: ‘Give me some fire and less of your lip.’ Sheik said. Choo-Choo flipped a dollar lighter and lit both cigarettes.
at fire, n.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 74: What’s this, some kind of frame-up?
at frame-up, n.
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 43: Go ’head and take a gander at the avenue.
at take a gander (at) (v.) under gander, n.3
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 84: Celebrate your old man’s flop by getting up off some of it.
at get up off (v.) under get up, v.1
[US] C. Himes Real Cool Killers (1969) 13: ‘Better goose it.’ [...] ‘I reckon so,’ the driver replied laconically.
at goose, v.3
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