Verse 1: Coolio
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 thru
Keep cryin and 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 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** it
I'mma behind these bars and it's burnin like nitro
I might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifle
Aw sh**, 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 k**er
But I love dat n***a
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 b**h ain't got no help
Now everybody tellin me that you ain't sh** black
And when you get out, you'll jack and probably go right the f** 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 motherf**in end
But a b**h 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 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
And start k**in motherf**ers, 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**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 and 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 cheque
Give a n***a 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 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
And 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'mma send you a dime and two doves
Mama hates you but damn I got love for a gangsta
Chorus to fade