Lyrics:

[Verse One]
I cant quite remember the month nor date
Nothing was gwan and I was jammin round my gate
Started fiending for a Jack&amp 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 Patels
Hes far from happy with my method of pay
I shrug my shoulders, Im like what can you say?
Its money, aint it? I aint begging you jack
And mood Im in, I might just give you a slap
I grip my Jack&amps 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 werent 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 lets 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
Im looking in her face, I swear it looks off
Shes sweating like she dipping in some horses trough
Then she flips out, screaming quick, I hit a last
Trying to kick this brown but its busting my arse

[Chorus]
Seems like the planet gone mad
What you staring in my face for?
I told you dudes, I cant save ya
What the frigg is with this strange behaviour?
Strange behaviour..

[Verse Two]
Charmaine the headstrong. proud miss missy
Fell for the local fluff dealer, she were living the high life
Sitting in the luxurys 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 shes safe from harm
But the past has strange way of rearing its head
Just when she think it were dusted and dead
Its like petrol bombs come flying through the window
Cause theres a ten grand price on his life
Ready to be cashed when his heartbeat ceases
All that he tried, he cant get no peace
Cause hes running from the beast, running from the crims
After alls said and done its 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 couldnt cope
Started hitting the bottle, started tying the rope
Now shes trapped in the chains of the oldest trade
Flashing her vag in my face and Im far from keen
I dont want got business with no drugsmans queen
Nahmean?

[Chorus x3]

What the frigg is with this strange behaviour?