Yo, son, what the fuck was wrong with
you last night, son?
You was wilding in your bed.
Yo, I heard you flipping and all.
Yo, son.
Yo, come on, son.
Damn, son.
Why you always blowing my spot
up, son?
Why you can't be talking
about some of your shit, son? family,
Come on, man.
I just happened to be having a dream,
man.
This shit was fucking
with my head, son.
For real. I had a dream
Puff Daddy was robbing
me, son.
Can you believe that shit?
Puff Daddy robbing a nigga
like me, son.
No way.
You couldn't believe this shit,
son.
These niggas had me backed out in the corner and
shit, you know what I'm saying?
This nigga start hitting
me with ad libs.
He robbing me,
but he talking in ad libs and shit.
Get the fuck out of here, son.
I'm like, yo, son,
yo, what the fuck is this?
A stick up or something?
That's right.
Fuck, you want my change
and my do -rag?
What the fuck you want?
Uh -huh, yeah.
So what the fuck you gonna do,
son?
Who the fuck is you,
son?
What you trying to do, son?
Bad boy, nah, nah.
Run the juice, come on.
Yo, I hope that next shit
never happens to me, so I can't go back to Brooklyn
with that shit if Puff Daddy rob me, for real, son.
Ain't no way I could do that, son, for real.
I'd be the laughingstock, nigga.
You know what I'm saying?
Picture that, man, picture that.
Yo, yo, son, I think you buggin', son,
for real.
You might need to go see
somebody, man,
or stop smokin' that extra shit, that hydro shit,
whatever that shit is called, son.
I'm just fuckin' with you, son, for real.