[Verse One]
I can't quite remember the month nor date
Nothing was gwarn an I was jamming round my gate
I had a fiendin for the dragons but had no cash
I had no choice the piggy bank or trash
Was me and my bold self with 5 bags of copper
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 beggin you jack
And the mood I'm in I might just give you a slap.
But I grip my dragons and I leave in peace
As I stepped thru the door he heard the kiss of my teeth
Mindin my own business, rollin down the street
I swear I heard this female voice call my name
I stopped for a second, lord my it's Charmaine
Some sis I used to part with way back when
We weren't on no bone tip, just real good friends
We on some hug up and kiss a, boy she lookin neat,
Head to toe in new garms, an two new gold teeth
I'm like whatchu on she said this and that
Come round my yard let's crack this 4 pack
Back at my yard we heavy chill killing time
Exchanging views and getting thoughts of the mind
For 3 whole hours everyting was criss
Round quarter to 12 they took the strangest twist
I'm lookin her face I swear it looks off,
She's sweating like she's dipping in some horse's trough
Then she flips out, screaming "Quit I had enough!"
Trying to quit this brown but it's busting my arse

[Chorus]
It seemed like the planet gone mad
What you staring in my face for?
I told you dudes I can't save ya
What the frig is with this strange behaviour?
x2

[Verse 2]
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
The thug that she loved was a 2 bit thug
No smashin ???? drenched in blood
But she were mesmerised by the rude boy charm
2 years had passed she thought she was safe from harm
But the past has a strange way of rearing its head
Just when she were thinking it were dusted and dead
It's like petrol bombs come flying through the window
Coz there's a ten grand price, on his life
Ready to be cashed when his heartbeat cease
All that he try he can't get no peace
Coz he's running from the beast, running from the crims
After all said and done it's the beast that wins
Whilin on bobo time soon to get nabbed
With 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 vadge in my face and I'm far from keen
I don't got no business with no drugs man's queen.

Nah mean

[Chorus x3]

What the frigg is with this strange behaviour?