Strange Behaviour

I can't quite remember the month nor date

Nothing was gwan and I was jammin round my gate

Started fiending for a Jack& but had no cash

I had no choice to piggy-bank or trash

It was me and my bold self with five bags of coppers

Splashed out on the counter at PJ Patel's

He's far from happy with my method of pay

I shrug my shoulders, I'm like what can you say?

It's money, ain't it? I ain't begging you jack

And mood I'm in, I might just give you a slap

I grip my Jack&s and I leave in peace

As I stepped through the door he heard the kiss of my teeth

Minding my own business, rolling down the street

I swear I heard a female voice call my name

I stopped for a second ­ loud as Charmaine

Some sis I used to park with from way back when

We weren't on no bone-tip, just real good friends

We on some hug-up and kiss, boy she looking neat

Head-to-toe in new gowns and two new gold teeth

I said 'What you want?' and she says 'This and that'

'Well, come around my yard and let's crack this six-pack'

Back at my yard we heavy-chilling, killing time

Exchanging views and getting thoughts off the mind

For three whole hours everything was cool

Around quarter to twelve they took the strangest twist

I'm looking in her face, I swear it looks off

She's sweating like she dipping in some horse's trough

Then she flips out, screaming 'quick, I hit a last

Trying to kick this brown but it's busting my arse'

Seems like the planet gone mad

What you staring in my face for?

I told you dudes, I can't save ya

What the frigg is with this strange behaviour?

Strange behaviour..

Charmaine the headstrong. proud miss missy

Fell for the local fluff dealer, she were living the high life

Sitting in the luxury's lap

Little did she know she were braving a trap

Cause the thug that she loved was a two-bit thug

The notes that she speed with were dripping blood

She were mesmerized by the rude boy charm

Two years had passed, she thought she's safe from harm

But the past has strange way of rearing its head

Just when she think it were dusted and dead

It's like petrol bombs come flying through the window

Cause there's a ten grand price on his life

Ready to be cashed when his heartbeat ceases

All that he tried, he can't get no peace

Cause he's running from the beast, running from the crims

After all's said and done it's the beast that wins

Whyilin on borrowed time, soon to get nabbed

Two keys of fluff that he just did grab

When her man got nicked, Lord knows she couldn't cope

Started hitting the bottle, started tying the rope

Now she's trapped in the chains of the oldest trade

Flashing her vag' in my face and I'm far from keen

I don't want got business with no drugsman's queen

Nahmean?

What the frigg is with this strange behaviour?