All these comments about "Da Hood" and "Homies" has reminded me of an occasion back in the 70's
I used to work a late shift on a Thursday, the place I worked was just on the edge of Birmingham city centre so there were lots of pubs and clubs and even a brand new concept at the time of a "Wine Bar" !
A few of us would go for drinks at the end of the shift and make it our "Boys night out"
On one occasion the pubs had chucked out at 10:30 as usual and one of the lads who I got on with really well said he could get me into a Club he knew if I fancied another drink. His name was Terry, he was a 6'4" West Indian with the build of a Rugby player and a true "Gentle Giant" I took him up on his offer and ended up at a place in the back streets, just a doorway with a couple of big lads on the door. Terry had a word with the guys on the door and we were let in. It was really atmospheric, a small bar and a small dance floor with very loud reggae playing. I looked round and realised that I was the only white person in the place. We walked to the crowded bar and Terry got us both a bottle of Guinness. I was getting a couple of "funny" looks, not threatening but sort of " Who's this bloke and what's he doing here" Terry was obviously well known at the place and as we stood at the crowded bar he announced in his lovely rich accent "This Ja Kev, he cool"
I had a great time and even got up on the dance floor a couple of times.
When I recounted my story to the lads at work the next day they were quite impressed, and my nickname for several months afterwards became "Ja Kev"