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