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coolio - mama, i'm in love wit a gangsta lyrics

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 doing
keep tryin’ 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 k!ll 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’mma 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-
(h-llo)

chorus: leshaun

mama, i’m in love wit a gangsta (d-mn)
mama, i’m in love wit a gangsta (y’know)
mama, i’m in love wit a gangsta and i know he’s a k!ller
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 godd-mn 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
d-mn, 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 need a friend

chorus

interlude:
(h-llo, 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 k!llin 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 from that punk -ss b-tch, he ain’t sh-t
and i don’t wanna have to k!ll him
cos think about the times that we used to have
don’t make me reach out and touch that -ss
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 cl-ss than the average-type hooker b-tch
don’t switch, he gotta grip but he ain’t rich
now i gotta jet, 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’mma send you a dime and two dubs
mama hates you but d-mn i got love for a gangsta

chorus to fade

- coolio lyrics

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