Coolio - Mama, I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta Lyrics
Verse 1: coolioHey baby, how you doin? whats goin on?Im sittin in my mother*****in cell, its the same songTell my kids that I love em but dont tell em that Im thruKeep cryin and tell em Ill be home soonOh baby Im goin crazyCos I keep seein shit that amaze meStill I had to kill a mother*****er last weekHe thought I was a punk and tried to creep up on me in my sleepI just think that I could hold or squeeze or touch or buck yaBut I cant, so ***** itIma behind these bars and its burnin like nitroI might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifleAw shit, there the lights go....*phone ringing*(hello)Chorus: leshaunMama, Im in love wit a gangsta (damn)Mama, Im in love wit a gangsta (yknow)Mama, Im in love wit a gangsta and I know hes a killerBut I love dat niggaBridge: leshaunHey ba-byWhats happenin honey?How you doin?I miss youVerse 2: leshaunThe kids keep askin wheres their papa?I had to tell em daddy got caught by the coppersIts time for me to raise em up proper by myselfIts a goddamn struggle when a ***** aint got no helpNow everybody tellin me that you aint shit blackAnd when you get out, youll jack and probably go right the ***** backDamn, the pressures gettin hot and heavyAnd yeah, Im gettin sweated by your homey in the blue and white chevyBut now hes got a condo and a brand new lexusWants me to take a trip with him down to texasThe ends dont justify the meansAnd in another life he mightve been the man of my dreamsBut you know I got your back to the mother*****in endBut a ***** cant even trip like she doent have a friendChorusInterlude:(hello, you have a collect call from...)Coolio!(if you choose to accept this call please press 5 now)*number dialed*Verse 3: coolioWhat the ***** you mean you need a friend?I cant be havin no niggas round my kidsDont you make me break up outta this mother*****erAnd start killin mother*****ers, shit!I know its rough, I know its toughBut when you fumble in the game sometimes you get locked upYou better stay away punk ass *****, he aint shitI dont wanna have to kill himCos think about the times that we used to haveDont make me reach out and touch that assYou put yourself in danger when you ***** with a busterLike shootin dice without a pistol in a circle of murderersYou got more class than the average-type hooker *****Dont switch, he gotta grip but he aint richNow I gotta check but if youve got the chequeGive a nigga a look and put somethin on my booksPeaceChorusVerse 4: leshaunAiyo remember the homey with the lexus, he took the trip to texasNow hes wearin the *****in lexus like a necklaceSo tell me, whats the drill, baby pa? whats a ***** to do?My niggas stretched in the pen since 92Them visits aint doin the trick, drop *****s make me sickCos this po puddy-tat needs a cat nipAnd that mother*****er representin you, I think he resents youHe got evidence he never presents toThe people in court, I heard witnesses abortinWhats he doin about gettin you out to hold the fort?I got some ends, ima send you a dime and two dovesMama hates you but damn I got love for a gangstaChorus to fade
