- Votes:
- Composers:
- Ivey
- Artis L Jr
 
- See also:
Coolio - Mama, I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta lyrics
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 through
 Keep cryin' an' tell 'em I'll be home soon
 Oh, baby, I'm goin' crazy
 'Cos I keep seein' shit that amaze me
 Still, I had to kill a motherfucker last week
 He thought I was a punk
 An' 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 fuck it
 I'm behind these bars an' 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
 Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
 Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
 An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga
 Hey baby, 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
 An' when you get out, you'll jack
 An' probably go right the fuck back
 Damn, the pressure's gettin' hot an' heavy
 An' yeah, I'm gettin' sweated by your homey
 In the blue an' white Chevy
 But now he's got a condo an' a brand new Lexus
 Wants me to take a trip with him down to Texas
 The ends don't justify the means
 An' 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, I'm in love wit a gangsta
 Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
 An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga
 Coolio - Mama, I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta - http://motolyrics.com/coolio/mama-im-in-love-wit-a-gangsta-lyrics.html
 {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?
 I can't be havin' no niggas 'round my kids
 Don't you make me break up outta this motherfucker
 An' 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, I don't wanna have to kill him
 'Cos think about the times that we used to have
 Don't make me reach out an' touch that ass
 You put yourself in danger when you fuck 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 gotta grip but he ain't rich
 Now I gotta check but if you've got the check
 Give a nigga a look an' put somethin' on my books, peace
 Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
 Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
 Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
 An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga
 Aiyo, remember the homey with the Lexus
 He took the 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
 'Cos this po' puddy tat needs a cat nip
 An' 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 an' two doves
 Mama hates you but damn, I got love for a gangsta
 Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
 Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
 Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
 An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga
 Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
 Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
 Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
 An' I know he's a killer









