[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 doomed
Keep lying and tell 'em I'll be home soon
Oh baby I'm goin crazy
'Cause 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 wish that I could hold ya squeeze ya touch or rub ya
But I can't, so fuck it
I'm 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 (You know?)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer (G)
But I love that n***a

[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 homie 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 doesn't need a friend

[Chorus: LeShaun]
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (Mama)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (Mama)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer
But damn I love that n***a

[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?
You can't be havin' no n***as 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 from that punk ass bitch, he ain't shit
And I don't wanna have to kill him
'Cause 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 fucked 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 got a grip but he ain't rich
Now I gotta jet, but if you've got the check
Give a n***a a look and put somethin on my books
Peace

[Chorus: LeShaun]
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (You hear me?)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (Mama)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer
But damn I love that n***a

[Verse 4: LeShaun]
Aiyo remember your homie with the Lexus
He took that 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 n***a's stretched in the pen since '92
Them visits ain't doin the trick, drop fucks make me sick
'Cause 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 dubs
Mama hates you but damn I got love for a gangsta
[Chorus to fade]
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (Mama)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (Mama)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer
But damn I love that n***a
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (Mama)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (Mama)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer
But damn I love that n***a