Coolio: Mama, i'm in love wit a gangsta

Verse 1: CoolioHey baby, how you doin? What's goin on?I'm sittin in my motherfuckin cell, it's the same songTell my kids that I love em but don't tell em that I'm thruKeep cryin and tell em I'll be home soonOh baby I'm goin crazycos I keep seein shit that amaze meStill I had to kill a motherfucker 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 can't, so fuck itI'ma behind these bars and it's burnin like nitroI might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifleAw shit, there the lights go....*phone ringing*(Hello)Chorus: LeShaunMama, 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 killerbut I love dat niggaBridge: LeShaunHey ba-byWhat's happenin honey?ow you doin?I miss youVerse 2: LeShaunThe kids keep askin where's their papa?I had to tell em daddy got caught by the coppersIt's time for me to raise em up proper by myselfIt's a goddamn struggle when a bitch ain't got no helpNow everybody tellin me that you ain't shit blackand when you get out, you'll jack and probably go right the fuck backDamn, the pressure's gettin hot and heavyand yeah, I'm gettin sweated by your homey in the blue and white ChevyBut now he's got a condo and a brand new LexusWants me to take a trip with him down to TexasThe ends don't justify the meansand in another life he might've been the man of my dreamsBut you know I got your back to the motherfuckin endbut a bitch can't even trip like she doen't 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 fuck you mean you need a friend?I can't be havin no niggas round my kidsDon't you make me break up outta this motherfuckerand start killin motherfuckers, SHIT!I know it's rough, I know it's toughbut when you fumble in the game sometimes you get locked upYou better stay away punk ass bitch, he ain't shitI don't wanna have to kill himCos think about the times that we used to haveDon't make me reach out and touch that assYou put yourself in danger when you fuck with a busterLike shootin dice without a pistol in a circle of murderersYou got more class than the average-type hooker bitchDon't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't richNow I gotta check but if you've 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 he's wearin the fuckin Lexus like a necklaceSo tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a bitch to do?My nigga's stretched in the pen since '92Them visits ain't doin the trick, drop fucks make me sickcos this po' puddy-tat needs a cat nipAnd that motherfucker representin you, I think he resents youHe got evidence he never presents tothe people in court, I heard witnesses abortinWhat's he doin about gettin you out to hold the fort?I got some ends, I'ma send you a dime and two dovesMama hates you but damn I got love for a gangstaChorus to fade