Mama Im In Love Wit A Gangsta Lyrics by Coolio

Mama Im 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

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