Coolio — Mama Im 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 doomed Keep lying and tell 'em I'll be home soon Oh baby I'm goin crazy 'Cause I keep seein' shit that amaze me But 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 ya squeeze ya touch or buck ya But I can't, so fuck it I'mma 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 doesn't need a friend [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 [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? You 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 from that punk ass bitch, he ain't shit And I don't wanna have to kill him 'Cause 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 jet, but if you've got the check Give a nigga a look and put somethin on my books Peace [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 [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 'Cause 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'mma send you a dime and two dubs Mama hates you but damn I got love for a gangsta [Chorus to fade] 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