 |
| Coolio It Takes A Thief Mama, I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta Verse 1: 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 thru Keep cryin 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'ma 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.... *phone ringing* (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 have a friend Chorus Interlude: (hello, you have a collect call from...) Coolio! (if you choose to accept this call please press 5 now) *number dialed* 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 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 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 check but if you've got the cheque Give a nigga a look and put somethin on my books Peace Chorus 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'ma send you a dime and two doves Mama hates you but damn i got love for a gangsta Chorus to fade |
Videos
|
Add
All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.
Copyright © 2007-2009 LyricWorld.com, LoiNhac.com
© 2009 lyricworld.com, loinhac.com are two of a family of companies in the LmVN Group.