[Featuring LeShaun]
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 tso fuck it
I ma behind these bars and it s burnin like nitro
I might go psychothe man on the tower got a rifle
Aw shitthere the lights go....
*phone ringing*
Hello
Chorus: LeShaun
MamaI m in love wit a gangsta damn
MamaI m in love wit a gangsta y know
MamaI 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 outyou ll jack and probably go right the fuck back
Damnthe pressure s gettin hot and heavy
and yeahI 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:
Helloyou 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 motherfuckersSHIT!
I know it s roughI know it s tough
but when you fumble in the game sometimes you get locked up
You better stay away punk ass bitchhe 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 switchhe 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 Lexushe took the trip to Texas
now he s wearin the fuckin Lexus like a necklace
So tell mewhat s the drillbaby pa? What s a bitch to do?
My nigga s stretched in the pen since 92
Them visits ain t doin the trickdrop fucks make me sick
cos this po puddy-tat needs a cat nip
And that motherfucker representin youI think he resents you
He got evidence he never presents to
the people in courtI heard witnesses abortin
What s he doin about gettin you out to hold the fort?
I got some endsI ma send you a dime and two doves
Mama hates you but damn I got love for a gangsta
Chorus to fade

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