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

Hey, baby, how you doin'? What's goin' on? I'm sittin' in my motherf**in' 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' sh** that amaze me Still, I had to k** a motherf**er 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** 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, sh**, 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 k**er but I love dat n***a 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 b**h ain't got no help Now, everybody tellin' me that you ain't sh** black An' when you get out, you'll jack An' probably go right the f** 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**in' end But a b**h 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 k**er but I love dat n***a {Hello, you have a collect call from, Coolio If you choose to accept this call, please press 5 now} What the f** you mean you need a friend? I can't be havin' no n***as 'round my kids Don't you make me break up outta this motherf**er An' start k**in' motherf**ers, sh** 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** b**h He ain't sh**, I don't wanna have to k** him 'Cos think about the times that we used to have Don't make me reach out an' touch that a** You put yourself in danger when you f** with a buster Like shootin' dice without a pistol, in a circle of murderers You got more cla** than the average type hooker, b**h Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't rich Now I gotta check but if you've got the check Give a n***a 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 k**er but I love dat n***a Aiyo, remember the homey with the Lexus He took the trip to Texas Now he's wearin' the f**in' Lexus like a necklace So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a b**h to do? My n***a's stretched in the pen since '92 Them visits ain't doin' the trick, drop f**s make me sick 'Cos this po' puddy tat needs a cat nip An' that motherf**er 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 k**er but I love dat n***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 An' I know he's a k**er