Roots Manuva

[Verse One]
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'
[Chorus]
Seems like the planet gone mad
What you staring in my face for?