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‘Fade To . . . Brooklyn’ in Brooklyn Noir 308: I’m no dumbass, I’ve learned a lot of stuff.at dumb-ass, n.
‘Fade To . . . Brooklyn’ in Brooklyn Noir 308: I’m no dumbass, I’ve learned a lot of stuff. ‘Crown Heist’ in Brooklyn Noir 124: All the old dreads [...] chanting down Bablyon.at Babylon, n.1
‘Fade To . . . Brooklyn’ in Brooklyn Noir 311: I never heard such bollix in me life.at ballocks, n.
‘Practicing’ in Brooklyn Noir 112: The rule is phony baloney. Like you.at phoney-baloney, adj.
‘Crown Heist’ in Brooklyn Noir 124: Those bobo yardie motherfuckers.at bobo, adj.
‘Crown Heist’ Brooklyn Noir 124: Son of a bitch filled a trash-bag, duct-taped me up, and bounced.at bounce, v.1
‘Crown Heist’ in Brooklyn Noir 128: Can you bring Jamal this package for me? I’ll break you off.at break someone off (v.) under break, v.1
‘Crown Heist’ in Brooklyn Noir 124: Enough for him to [...] commence to building one [i.e. a cannabis cigarette].at build, v.
‘Crown Heist’ in Brooklyn Noir 130: ‘Bumbaclot,’ he mumbled.at bumbo-claat, n.
‘Fade To . . . Brooklyn’ in Brooklyn Noir 311: Clip. Whack. Pop. Burn. All the great terms Americans have for putting your lights out.at burn, v.
‘Crown Heist’ in Brooklyn Noir 126: Then I brought out the chalice, like, ‘Now we’re gonna see if y’all can really smoke.’.at chalice, n.
‘Fade To . . . Brooklyn’ in Brooklyn Noir 311: Clip. Whack. Pop. Burn. All the great terms Americans have for putting your lights out.at clip, v.1
‘Crown Heist’ in Brooklyn Noir 133: That’s weed, Jumpshot. Collie. Ishen. Ganja. Sensi. Goat shit.at collie, n.
‘Crown Heist’ in Brooklyn Noir 124: Puffing one of those big-ass Bob Marley cone spliffs.at cone, n.
‘Practicing’ in Brooklyn Noir 95: Jamaica Bay’s increasing population of Canarsie White Fish – floating used condoms.at Coney Island whitefish (n.) under Coney Island, n.
‘Fade To . . . Brooklyn’ in Brooklyn Noir 309: I’m cranked, ready to rock ’n’ roll.at cranked up, adj.
‘Practicing’ in Brooklyn Noir 112: Cut out the crap, Beth!at cut the crap, v.
‘Crown Heist’ in Brooklyn Noir 125: [of marijuana] All Laz’s customers were dime-bag-and-bike-peddling yardmen.at dime bag (n.) under dime, n.
‘Crown Heist’ in Brooklyn Noir 124: All the old dreads [...] chanting down Babylon.at dread, n.2
‘Crown Heist’ in Brooklyn Noir 124: I [...] just passed the dutchie on the left hand side.at dutchie, n.1
‘Thursday’ in Brooklyn Noir 258: Hard days at bullshit 9-to-5s.at nine-to-five, n.
‘Practicing’ in Brooklyn Noir 112: What about words like Dummy fuck-o?at fucko (n.) under fuck, n.
‘Fade To . . . Brooklyn’ in Brooklyn Noir 309: He is one crazy gumba.at goombah, n.
‘Fade To . . . Brooklyn’ in Brooklyn Noir 309: I got to hang with them as I had a rep for armed robbery.at hang with (v.) under hang, v.4
‘Fade To . . . Brooklyn’ in Brooklyn Noir 309: Sean is a header, a real headbanger.at header, n.
‘Crown Heist’ in Brooklyn Noir 128: I got to go out for a hot second.at hot minute (n.) under hot, adj.
‘Crown Heist’ in Brooklyn Noir 126: I man nah fear no likkle pickney.at i-man, pron.
‘Crown Heist’ in Brooklyn Noir 133: That’s weed, Jumpshot. Collie. Ishen. Ganja. Sensi. Goat shit.at i-shence, n.
‘Practicing’ in Brooklyn Noir 107: He turned round, looking behind himself. ‘Checking for John Law. Coast’s clear.’.at John Law (n.) under john, n.1
‘Thursday’ in Brooklyn Noir 270: Food won’t make their jonesing any easier.at jones, v.
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