"PERUVIAN CUT MAN, SHIT'LL MAKE YOU GO NUMB LIKE COKE"
"THAT'S WHITE PEOPLE DOIN' THAT METH MAN WE STILL GOT WEED AND WHITE... PILLS, MAN, THE WHITE PEOPLE GAVE THOSE US"
"SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET nicca AIN'T THAT DO WHAT IT IS, I GET PILLS FOR 3 DOLLARS SELLEM OFF FOR 6"
"MAN IN MY DAY WE'D GET AN 8 OF ROCK WE GO OUTTA THE CITY, CUT, SELL IT BACK, MAKE 500 DOLLAS A DAY MAN"
"HE DO THAT WITH A NICKELBAG OF WEED, UP TO A KEY, THEN I IMPRESSED"
"I DO THIS OUT OF THE KINDNESS OF MY HEART, SHIT MAN YOU SEE THOSE BAGS YOU KNOW A BAD MOTHAFUCKA GAVE EM TO YOU"
...I am not exaggerating any of this. Shouting it out on his phone, right on the bus. Then some middle-aged Italian chef from the Macaroni Grill and they both saw each other and started talking about Pac-Man getting signed, because apparently Mr. Drug Dealer works at the Olive Garden and they all know each other.
He probably felt embarrassed when the guy he just called "his man" resumed his loud profanity-laced description of his criminal activities, right in front of a bunch of listening people on the bus! Ha ha, now everybody will know that his restaurant has pot-heads for chefs!