ฟังเพลงMama, 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 motherfuckin 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 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

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

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 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 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 motherfuckin end

But a bitch 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 nigga

(Hello, you have a collect call from)

Coolio!

(If you choose to accept

this call please press 5 now)

What the fuck 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 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 shooting 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 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 nigga

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 doing 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 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 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