We all know one or more of the following: A Ray Ray. A Pooky. A Peanut. Peaches. Little Man. Man Man. Boobie. Sleepy. Kisses. Smoke (who most likely got them trees on deck). Tiny for some big dude. If you’re Mexican, a Joker or Thumper…and so on and so forth.
A trip to any hood yields a roll call that reads like a Dick Tracy strip. We could go on forever, but the point is pretty much made.
Ghetto people. Have a thing. For childish. Douchey. Nicknames.
They originate from everywhere. One doubled-up syllable from the real name. Cartoon characters. What they eat or drink. What they got caught doing when they were a kid (ya know, that story you wish they wouldn’t tell in mixed company). Where there’s a will to manifest a new ghetto nickname, there’s a way. And once that nickname comes out, one is stuck with it in the ghetto for-EVER. Will never live it down, no matter what.
Sometimes, the ghetto person isn’t mad at it, but embraces it, makes it their badge of honor. They may tag the streets with it. Sometimes they bang or slang with it. Sometimes it becomes their rap name. Or that’s what they want the girls to call ’em. This would explain the obsession with NBA players wanting to be known as other than their real names, because they are usually ghetto their got-damn selves, and they can’t wait for that name to grace their new shoe line that the hood will queue up for. Ghetto nickname translated into brand loyalty!
There will be females all of 30+ years old seriously wanting someone to call them Lil Mama or Chocolate, dressing exactly like what their name sounds like they should be doing: stripping or some other sex-based profession (even though their body is burnt out after 5 children before 23).
And oh yeah, Little and Lil (somehow the apostrophe disappeared) is but one of many oft-used prefixes and suffixes used for such nicks, along with Big, Boy/Boi, Young/Yung, Girl/Gurl, Ms., One, Loc, and Dog. Because ya gotta make it that much more fabulous!