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