Mama I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta Lyrics - Fantastic Voyage: The Greatest Hits - Coolio

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 

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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