Roots Manuva - Strange Behaviour Lyrics[Verse One]I can't quite remember the month nor dateNothing was gwan and I was jammin round my gateStarted fiending for a Jack& but had no cashI had no choice to piggy-bank or trashIt was me and my bold self with five bags of coppersSplashed out on the counter at PJ Patel'sHe's far from happy with my method of payI shrug my shoulders, I'm like what can you say?It's money, ain't it? I ain't begging you jackAnd mood I'm in, I might just give you a slapI grip my Jack&s and I leave in peaceAs I stepped through the door he heard the kiss of my teethMinding my own business, rolling down the streetI swear I heard a female voice call my nameI stopped for a second loud as CharmaineSome sis I used to park with from way back whenWe weren't on no bone-tip, just real good friendsWe on some hug-up and kiss, boy she looking neatHead-to-toe in new gowns and two new gold teethI 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 timeExchanging views and getting thoughts off the mindFor three whole hours everything was coolAround quarter to twelve they took the strangest twistI'm looking in her face, I swear it looks offShe's sweating like she dipping in some horse's troughThen she flips out, screaming 'quick, I hit a lastTrying to kick this brown but it's busting my arse'[Chorus]Seems like the planet gone madWhat you staring in my face for?I told you dudes, I can't save yaWhat the frigg is with this strange behaviour?Strange behaviour..[Verse Two]Charmaine the headstrong. proud miss missyFell for the local fluff dealer, she were living the high lifeSitting in the luxury's lapLittle did she know she were braving a trapCause the thug that she loved was a two-bit thugThe notes that she speed with were dripping bloodShe were mesmerized by the rude boy charmTwo years had passed, she thought she's safe from harmBut the past has strange way of rearing its headJust when she think it were dusted and deadIt's like petrol bombs come flying through the windowCause there's a ten grand price on his lifeReady to be cashed when his heartbeat ceasesAll that he tried, he can't get no peaceCause he's running from the beast, running from the crimsAfter all's said and done it's the beast that winsWhyilin on borrowed time, soon to get nabbedTwo keys of fluff that he just did grabWhen her man got nicked, Lord knows she couldn't copeStarted hitting the bottle, started tying the ropeNow she's trapped in the chains of the oldest tradeFlashing her vag' in my face and I'm far from keenI don't want got business with no drugsman's queenNahmean?[Chorus x3]What the frigg is with this strange behaviour?