Dat n***a Reb - Weed (Skit) lyrics

No, no, you f**er You f**ing smokin' that trash Save that bullsh** for the b**hes Look, lemme, I'ma... give me a sec, f**er, I'ma make a phone call real quick Hey, hey ???, what the f** is the deal with you, f**er? Hey, Remo, my friend ??? from uptown, ??? que pasa Ain't nothing, f**er, I'm just tryin' to show this young f**er how to get right I need a pound of your sweetest cheeba Hey papa, I'm just a little tied up rigth now, ritht? But check this out, man My cousin is fresh off the boat I'm gonna send him uptown He got you pa, no problems Haha, aiight, motherf**er Tell that f**er to watch out for INS Or he'll back on that boat Hurry up though, money long, n***a Big money, n***a, big money, you know how I do it ??? take it easy, Remo is coming Aiight, n***a, cut that ??? sh** out too ??? says he's some big time producer This f**in' guy supposed to be some big time drug dealer Who the hell he think he is? He said he worked with Irv Gotti, Ashanti, Ja Rule... John Gotti, Tony Soprano... oh, you must be Nino Brown You ask me, he's a real f**in' ??? This motherf**er ain't nothing He ain't nothing