Mama, I'm in Love Wit a Gangsta

Verse 1: coolio

Hey baby, how you doin? what's goin on?

I'm sittin in my motherfuckin cell, it's the same song

Tell my kids that I love em but don't tell em that I'm thru

Keep cryin and tell em I'll be home soon

Oh baby I'm goin crazy

Cos I keep seein shit that amaze me

Still I had to kill a motherfucker last week

He thought I was a punk and tried to creep up on me in my sleep

I just think that I could hold or squeeze or touch or buck ya

But I can't, so fuck it

I'ma behind these bars and it's burnin like nitro

I might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifle

Aw shit, there the lights go....

*phone ringing*

(hello)

Chorus: leshaun

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (damn)

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (y'know)

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer

But I love dat nigga

Bridge: leshaun

Hey ba-by

What's happenin honey?

How you doin?

I miss you

Verse 2: leshaun

The kids keep askin where's their papa?

I had to tell em daddy got caught by the coppers

It's time for me to raise em up proper by myself

It's a goddamn struggle when a bitch ain't got no help

Now everybody tellin me that you ain't shit black

And when you get out, you'll jack and probably go right the fuck back

Damn, the pressure's gettin hot and heavy

And yeah, I'm gettin sweated by your homey in the blue and white chevy

But now he's got a condo and a brand new lexus

Wants me to take a trip with him down to texas

The ends don't justify the means

And in another life he might've been the man of my dreams

But you know I got your back to the motherfuckin end

But a bitch can't even trip like she doen't have a friend

Chorus

Interlude:

(hello, you have a collect call from...)

Coolio!

(if you choose to accept this call please press 5 now)

*number dialed*

Verse 3: coolio

What the fuck you mean you need a friend?

I can't be havin no niggas round my kids

Don't you make me break up outta this motherfucker

And start killin motherfuckers, shit!

I know it's rough, I know it's tough

But when you fumble in the game sometimes you get locked up

You better stay away punk ass bitch, he ain't shit

I don't wanna have to kill him

Cos think about the times that we used to have

Don't make me reach out and touch that ass

You put yourself in danger when you fuck with a buster

Like shootin dice without a pistol in a circle of murderers

You got more class than the average-type hooker bitch

Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't rich

Now I gotta check but if you've got the cheque

Give a nigga a look and put somethin on my books

Peace

Chorus

Verse 4: leshaun

Aiyo remember the homey with the lexus, he took the trip to texas

Now he's wearin the fuckin lexus like a necklace

So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? what's a bitch to do?

My nigga's stretched in the pen since '92

Them visits ain't doin the trick, drop fucks make me sick

Cos this po' puddy-tat needs a cat nip

And that motherfucker representin you, I think he resents you

He got evidence he never presents to

The people in court, I heard witnesses abortin

What's he doin about gettin you out to hold the fort?

I got some ends, i'ma send you a dime and two doves

Mama hates you but damn I got love for a gangsta

Chorus to fade