作词 : Ivey, Artis L Jr 作曲 : Ivey, Artis L Jr Hey, baby, how you doin'? What's goin' on? I'm sittin' in my ' 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' **** that amaze me Still, I had to kill a 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 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, ****, 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 ***** 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 ***** ain't got no help Now, everybody tellin' me that you ain't **** black An' when you get out, you'll jack An' probably go right the back Damn, the pressure's gettin' hot an' heavy An' yeah, I'm gettin' sweated by your homey In the blue an' white ChevyBut now he's got a condo an' a brand new LexusWants me to take a trip with him down to TexasThe 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 ' end But a ***** 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 *****{ Hello, you have a collect call from, CoolioIf you choose to accept this call, please press 5 now} What the you mean you need a friend? I can't be havin' no ****** 'round my kids Don't you make me break up outta this ************ An' start killin' *************, **** 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 ***** He ain't ****, 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 with a buster Like shootin' dice without a pistol, in a circle of murderers You got more class than the average type hooker, ***** Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't rich Now I gotta check but if you've got the check Give a ***** 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 ***** Aiyo, remember the homey with the LexusHe took the trip to TexasNow he's wearin' the ******' Lexus like a necklace So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a ***** to do? My *****'s stretched in the pen since '92 Them visits ain't doin' the trick, drop make me sick' Cos this po' puddy tat needs a cat nip An' that 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 ***** 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
作词 : Ivey, Artis L Jr 作曲 : Ivey, Artis L Jr Hey, baby, how you doin'? What's goin' on? I'm sittin' in my ' 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' **** that amaze me Still, I had to kill a 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 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, ****, 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 ***** 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 ***** ain't got no help Now, everybody tellin' me that you ain't **** black An' when you get out, you'll jack An' probably go right the back Damn, the pressure's gettin' hot an' heavy An' yeah, I'm gettin' sweated by your homey In the blue an' white ChevyBut now he's got a condo an' a brand new LexusWants me to take a trip with him down to TexasThe 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 ' end But a ***** 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 *****{ Hello, you have a collect call from, CoolioIf you choose to accept this call, please press 5 now} What the you mean you need a friend? I can't be havin' no ****** 'round my kids Don't you make me break up outta this ************ An' start killin' *************, **** 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 ***** He ain't ****, 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 with a buster Like shootin' dice without a pistol, in a circle of murderers You got more class than the average type hooker, ***** Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't rich Now I gotta check but if you've got the check Give a ***** 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 ***** Aiyo, remember the homey with the LexusHe took the trip to TexasNow he's wearin' the ******' Lexus like a necklace So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a ***** to do? My *****'s stretched in the pen since '92 Them visits ain't doin' the trick, drop make me sick' Cos this po' puddy tat needs a cat nip An' that 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 ***** 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
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