Hey baby, how you doin? What's goin on?
I'm sittin in my 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 things that amaze me
Still I had to kill a sucka 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, I hate 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 damn, there the lights go....
(Hello)
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 n****
Hey ba-by
What's happenin honey?
How you doin?
I miss you
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
Cuz you know, it's struggle when a girl ain't got no help
Now everybody tellin me that you ain't nothin black
And when you get out, you'll jack and I can see you going right 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 front and sides to the end
But I can't even trip like she doesn't have a friend
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 n****
(Hello, you have a collect call from...)
Coolio!
(If you choose to accept this call please press 5 now)
What the hell you mean you need a friend?
I can't be havin no suckas round my kids
Don't you make me break up outta here
Ya know this place got me stressin as it is! Peep
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 low life trick, Cuz
I don't wanna have my homies get him
Cos think about the times that we used to have
Don't make me reach out and touch that a**
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 hood rat
Don't trip, he gotta grip but he ain't rich
Now I gotta check but if you've got the cheque
Give a brotha a look and put somethin on my books
Peace
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (you hear me?)
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 n****
Aiyo remember the homey with the Lexus, he took the trip to Texas
Now he's wearin that Lexus like a necklace
So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a woman to do?
My baby's stretched in the pen since '92
Them visits ain't doin the trick, not touching you make me sick
Cos this po' puddy-tat needs a cat nip
And that idiot lawyer 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 doves
Mama hates you but damn I got love for a gangsta
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
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
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