Mama, I'm in Love Wit a Gangsta - Mix

-- Synced by NoMan --

Hey baby, how you doin? What's goin 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 doomed

Keep lying and tell 'em I'll be home soon

Oh baby I'm goin crazy

'Cause I keep seein' 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 wish that I could hold ya squeeze ya touch or rub ya

But I can't, so fuck it

I'm 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....

(Hello)

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (Damn!)

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (You know?)

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer (G)

But I love that nigga

Hey ba-by

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

And when you get out, you'll jack and probably go right the fuck back

Damn, the pressure's gettin' hot and heavy

And yeah, I'm gettin' sweated by your homie 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 doesn't need a friend

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (Mama)

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (Mama)

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer

But damn I love that 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?

You can't be havin' 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 from that punk ass bitch, he ain't shit

And I don't wanna have to kill him

'Cause 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 fucked with a buster

Like shootin' dice without a pistol in a circle of murderers

You got more class than the average-type hooker bitch

Don't switch, he got a grip but he ain't rich

Now I gotta jet, but if you've got the check

Give a nigga a look and put somethin on my books. Peace

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (You hear me?)

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (Mama)

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer

But damn I love that nigga

Aiyo remember your homie with the Lexus

He took that 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 doin the trick, drop fucks make me sick

'Cause 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 doin about gettin' you out to hold the fort?

I got some ends, I'ma send you a dime and two dubs

Mama hates you but damn I got love for a gangsta

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (Mama)

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (Mama)

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer

But damn I love that nigga

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (Mama)

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (Mama)

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer