[Verse 1: Coolio]
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Hey baby, how you doin' What's goin on?
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I'm sittin in my motherfuckin cell, it's the same song
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Tell my kids that I love em but don't tell em that I'm thru
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Keep cryin and tell em I'll be home soon
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Oh baby I'm goin crazy
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cos I keep seein shit that amaze me
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Still I had to kill a motherfucker last week
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He thought I was a punk and tried to creep up on me in my sleep
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I just think that I could hold or squeeze or touch or buck ya
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but I can't, so fuck it
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I'ma behind these bars and it's burnin like nitro
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I might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifle
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Aw shit, there the lights go....
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[phone ringing]
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(Hello)
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[Chorus: LeShaun]
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Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (damn)
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Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (y'know)
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Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer
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but I love dat nigga
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[Bridge: LeShaun]
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Hey ba-by
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What's happenin honey?
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How you doin?
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I miss you
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[Verse 2: LeShaun]
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The kids keep askin where's their papa?
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I had to tell em daddy got caught by the coppers
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It's time for me to raise em up proper by myself
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It's a goddamn struggle when a bitch ain't got no help
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Now everybody tellin me that you ain't shit black
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and when you get out, you'll jack and probably go right the fuck back
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Damn, the pressure's gettin hot and heavy
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and yeah, I'm gettin sweated by your homey in the blue and white Chevy
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But now he's got a condo and a brand new Lexus
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Wants me to take a trip with him down to Texas
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The ends don't justify the means
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and in another life he might've been the man of my dreams
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But you know I got your back to the motherfuckin end
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but a bitch can't even trip like she doen't have a friend
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude:]
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(Hello, you have a collect call from...)
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Coolio!
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(If you choose to accept this call please press 5 now)
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[number dialed]
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[Verse 3: Coolio]
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What the fuck you mean you need a friend?
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I can't be havin no niggas round my kids
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Don't you make me break up outta this motherfucker
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and start killin motherfuckers, SHIT!
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I know it's rough, I know it's tough
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but when you fumble in the game sometimes you get locked up
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You better stay away punk ass bitch, he ain't shit
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I don't wanna have to kill him
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Cos think about the times that we used to have
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Don't make me reach out and touch that ass
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You put yourself in danger when you fuck with a buster
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Like shootin dice without a pistol in a circle of murderers
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You got more class than the average-type hooker bitch
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Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't rich
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Now I gotta check but if you've got the cheque
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Give a nigga a look and put somethin on my books
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Peace
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 4: LeShaun]
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Aiyo remember the homey with the Lexus, he took the trip to Texas
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now he's wearin the fuckin Lexus like a necklace
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So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a bitch to do?
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My nigga's stretched in the pen since '92
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Them visits ain't doin the trick, drop fucks make me sick
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cos this po' puddy-tat needs a cat nip
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And that motherfucker representin you, I think he resents you
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He got evidence he never presents to
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the people in court, I heard witnesses abortin
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What's he doin about gettin you out to hold the fort?
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I got some ends, I'ma send you a dime and two doves
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Mama hates you but damn I got love for a gangsta
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[Chorus to fade]
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Mama I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta
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| Coolio |
