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Mama, i’m in love wit a gangsta


Coolio Lyrics

 

Mama, i’m in love wit a gangsta by Coolio


F/ LeShaun
Verse 1: Coolio
Hey baby how you doin? What's goin on?
I'm sittin in my motherf**kin 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**ker 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**k 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 nigga
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**ch 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**k 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**kin end
but a b**ch 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**k you mean you need a friend?
I can't be havin no niggas round my kids
Don't you make me break up outta this motherf**ker
and start killin motherf**kers, 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**ch, 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**k with a buster
Like shootin dice without a pistol in a circle of murderers
You got more class than the average-type hooker b**ch
Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't rich
Now I gotta check but if you've got the cheque
Give a nigga 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**kin Lexus like a necklace
So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a b**ch to do?
My nigga's stretched in the pen since '92
Them visits ain't doin the trick, drop f**ks make me sick
cos this po' puddy-tat needs a cat nip
And that motherf**ker 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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