Mama, I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta

Hey, baby, how you doin'? What's goin' on? I'm sittin' in my motherf**kin' cell, it's the same song Tell my kids that I love 'em But don't tell 'em that I'm through Keep cryin' an' 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 motherf**ker last week He thought I was a punk An' 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 f**k it I'm behind these bars an' it's burnin' like nitro I might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifle Aw, shit, there the lights go {Hello} Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga Hey baby, 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 It's a goddamn struggle when a bitch ain't got no help Now, everybody tellin' me that you ain't shit black An' when you get out, you'll jack An' probably go right the f**k back Damn, the pressure's gettin' hot an' heavy An' yeah, I'm gettin' sweated by your homey In the blue an' white Chevy But now he's got a condo an' a brand new Lexus Wants me to take a trip with him down to Texas The ends don't justify the means An' in another life he might've been the man of my dreams But you know I got your back to the motherf**kin' end But a bitch can't even trip like she doesn't need a friend Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga {Hello, you have a collect call from, Coolio If you choose to accept this call, please press 5 now} What the f**k 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 motherf**ker An' start killin' motherf**kers, 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 a*s 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 an' touch that a*s You put yourself in danger when you f**k with a buster Like shootin' dice without a pistol, in a circle of murderers You got more cla*s 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 check Give a nigga a look an' put somethin' on my books, peace Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga Aiyo, remember the homey with the Lexus He took the trip to Texas Now he's wearin' the f**kin' 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 f**ks make me sick 'Cos this po' puddy tat needs a cat nip An' that motherf**ker 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 an' two doves Mama hates you but damn, I got love for a gangsta Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta An' I know he's a killer