Coolio - Mama I'm in Love Wit a Gangsta lyrics

Hey baby, how you doin? What's goin on? I'm sittin in my motherf**in cell, it's the same song Tell my kids that I love em but don't tell em that I'm thru Keep cryin and tell em I'll be home soon Oh baby I'm goin crazy cos I keep seein sh** that amaze me Still I had to k** a motherf**er 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** it I'ma behind these bars and it's burnin like nitro I might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifle Aw sh**, there the lights go.... 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 k**er But I love dat n***a Hey ba-by 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 b**h ain't got no help Now everybody tellin me that you ain't sh** black And when you get out, you'll jack and probably go right the f** 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 motherf**in end But a b**h can't even trip like she doen't have a friend 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 k**er But I love dat n***a (Hello, you have a collect call from...) Coolio! (If you choose to accept this call please press 5 now) What the f** you mean you need a friend? I can't be havin no n***as round my kids Don't you make me break up outta this motherf**er And start k**in motherf**ers, 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 punk a** b**h, he ain't sh** I don't wanna have to k** him Cos think about the times that we used to have Don't make me reach out and touch that a** You put yourself in danger when you f** with a buster Like shootin dice without a pistol in a circle of murderers You got more cla** than the average-type hooker b**h Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't rich Now I gotta check but if you've got the cheque Give a n***a a look and put somethin on my books Peace 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 k**er But I love dat n***a Aiyo remember the homey with the Lexus, he took the trip to Texas Now he's wearin the f**in Lexus like a necklace So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a b**h to do? My n***a's stretched in the pen since '92 Them visits ain't doin the trick, drop f**s make me sick Cos this po' puddy-tat needs a cat nip And that motherf**er 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 and two doves Mama hates you but damn I got love for a gangsta 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 k**er But I love dat n***a