Mama I`m In Love Wit A Gangsta Lyrics

Mama I`m In Love Wit A Gangsta lyrics

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