Mama I'm in Love Wit a Gangsta - Coolio feat LeShaun

[Verse 1: Coolio]
Hey baby, how you doin' What's goin on?
I'm sittin in my motherf_ckin 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_t that amaze me
Still I had to kill a motherf_cker 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_ck 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....

[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 killer
but I love dat n_gga

[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_tch 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_ck 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_ckin end
but a b_tch 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_ck you mean you need a friend?
I can't be havin no n_ggas round my kids
Don't you make me break up outta this motherf_cker
and start killin motherf_ckers, 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 ass b_tch, 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 ass
You put yourself in danger when you f_ck with a buster
Like shootin dice without a pistol in a circle of murderers
You got more class than the average-type hooker b_tch
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_gga 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_ckin Lexus like a necklace
So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a b_tch to do?
My n_gga's stretched in the pen since '92
Them visits ain't doin the trick, drop f_cks make me sick
cos this po' puddy-tat needs a cat nip
And that motherf_cker 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 doves
Mama hates you but damn I got love for a gangsta

[Chorus to fade]

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