Mama, I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta (feat. LeShaun) (Mix) (Explicit)

Mama, I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta - Coolio

Hey baby how you doing

What's going 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 thru

Keep crying and tell em

I'll be home soon

Oh baby I'm going crazy

Cos I keep seeing sh*t that amaze me

Still I had to kill a motherf**ker 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 f**k 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 sh*t there the lights go

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 ni**a

Hey ba-by

What's happenin honey

How you doing

I miss you

The kids keep asking

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 b**ch ain't got no help

Now everybody tellin me

That you ain't sh*t black

And when you get out

You'll jack and probably

Go right the f**k back

Damn the pressure's getting hot and heavy

And yeah I'm getting 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 motherf**kin end

But a b**ch can't even trip like

She doen't have 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

And I know he's a killer

But I love dat ni**a

(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 having no niggas round my kids

Don't you make me break up

Outta this motherf**ker

And start killin motherf**kers SH*T

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 a** b**ch

He ain't sh*t

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 a**

You put yourself in danger

When you f**k with a buster

Like shooting dice

Without a pistol in a circle of murderers

You got more class

Than the average-type hooker b**ch

Don't switch he gotta grip but he ain't rich

Now I gotta check but

If you've got the cheque

Give a ni**a a look

And put something 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

And I know he's a killer

But I love dat ni**a

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 b**ch to do

My ni**a's stretched in the pen since '92

Them visits ain't doing the trick

Drop f**ks make me sick

Cos this po' puddy-tat needs a cat nip

And 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 doing 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

Mama I'm in love wit a gangsta

Mama I'm in love wit a gangsta

Mama I'm in love wit a gangsta

And I know he's a killer

But I love dat ni**a

Mama I'm in love wit a gangsta

Mama I'm in love wit a gangsta

Mama I'm in love wit a gangsta