Hey baby, how you doin' What's goin on?

I'm sittin in my motherf**kin 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 s**t that amaze me

Still I had to kill a m**r 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 f**k 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 s**t, there the lights go....

[phone ringing]

(Hello)

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 n**a

Hey ba-by

What's happenin honey?

How you doin?

I miss you

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 b**h ain't got no help

Now everybody tellin me that you ain't s**t black

and when you get out, you'll jack and probably go right the f**k 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 motherf**kin end

but a b**h 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

What the f**k you mean you need a friend?

I can't be havin no n**s round my kids

Don't you make me break up outta this m**r

and start killin motherf**kers, 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 b**h, he ain't s**t

I don't wanna have to kill him

Cos think about the times that we used to haveCOS

Don't make me reach out and touch that ass

You put yourself in danger when you f**k with a buster

Like shootin dice without a pistol in a circle of murderers

You got more class than the average-type h**r b**h

Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't rich

Now I gotta check but if you've got the cheque

Give a n**a a look and put somethin on my books

Peace

[Chorus]

Aiyo remember the homey with the Lexus, he took the trip to Texas

now he's wearin the f**n Lexus like a necklace

So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a b**h to do?

My n**a's stretched in the pen since '92

Them visits ain't doin the trick, drop f**s make me sick

cos this po' puddy-tat needs a cat nipCOS

And that m**r 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]