Chatting...when one is running their gums, talking almost complete nonsense, but all other gangstas are like 'yeah brud, i get you. skeen, skeen.'
'and so me says to jamal 'you batty bommoble clut. you be so lucky that me dont get up on dere and bleeze past you, ones and twos times wid me ak47 arse clippa hand. me bredrin' see, me pimps / gangstas / street-rats, you get what is chatting?
(all other gangstas go)
'ohhhhh! you is so right. geez, me hates dat jamal. hes such a puddy cat / clut. (delete as appropriate)