Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mama, I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta , by - Coolio. Release date: 25.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mama, I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta |
| 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 doing |
| Keep tryin' and 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 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 fuck 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 shit, there the lights go… |
| (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 bitch ain’t got no help |
| Now everybody tellin me that you ain’t shit black |
| And when you get out, you’ll jack and probably go right the fuck 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 motherfuckin end |
| But a bitch can’t even trip like she doen’t need a friend |
| Interlude: |
| (Hello, you have a collect call from…) |
| Coolio! |
| (If you choose to accept this call please press 5 now) |
| Verse 3: Coolio |
| 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 |
| And 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 |
| And 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 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 jet, but if you’ve got the cheque |
| Give a nigga a look and put somethin on my books |
| Peace |
| Verse 4: LeShaun |
| 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 |
| And 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’mma send you a dime and two dubs |
| Mama hates you but damn I got love for a gangsta |
| Chorus to fade |