Yeah, this shit right here sound like a love song
(she was in love)
A gangsta love song, you feel me? Check it out
(she was in love, with a THUG, in love!)
(she was in love, with a THUG, in love!)
Yeah, gangsta, uh-huh!
Have you ever had a pretty, young saditty
Black female with chips, from the city?
Her momma got ends, and her daddy got ends
And she liked to give me ends when Im out with my friends
Good girl - why do good girls like bad boys? (I dont know)
When I was a kid, growin up, I never had toys
And I think that she can figure that shit out (why?)
Cause everytime she came to pick a nigga up
Shit, shed take a nigga out
Roll around town, ask the pound, they know, look
Baby was my thang, nah, she was my low-low
Bought my first Rol-o, and then we took a photo together
Man I hope this thang last forever
We been together six months, and we aint argued yet
She lovin a nigga, steady buyin me shit
And dont say shit when I dip with my click
And understand, when Im down and out
may need some help with some chips
Her mother approved of me, but her father he dont
He probably wont, shit Pops aint no punk
Daddys little girl be in a gangstas world
Buyin me houseshoes and khaki blues, California curls
No matter what her father say, baby gon see me
Its like a jungle sometimes, that makes me Wonder like Stevie
Believe me, when I say that baby was in love with a thug
In love with a thug
(she was in love, with a THUG, in love!)
Daddy Im in love with a gangsta
(she was in love, with a THUG, in love!)
Momma Im in love with a gangsta
Mm.. Im caught up in the middle and I dont know what to do
I caught eight months in the joint, behind my crew
That I gotta do and Ima miss you Boo
But Ima write you every night and call you on the phone too
Whatchu gon do? "You know Im gon stay true
But Ima go ahead to college like my father want me to"
Well um, off to my cell withcha body on my mind
And Ima call you back tomorrow round the same time
Im on the mainline, 9500 for short
On another phoneline, hollan at my other hoe
This bitch aint sayin SHIT, cause the bitch aint SHIT
Old fat golddiggin-ass county check receivin BEOTCH
I bail up in the Day Room and get in a scrap
Niggaz watchin Soul Train and I wouldnt turn it back (man fuck yall)
Never caught slippin, always on strap
And now Im back in the hole with no motherfuckin getback
Sit back and contemplate, and think about baby
And hope she dont get caught up in the world thats so crazy
But while Im up in Wayside, and she off in college
She gettin a little mo than a schoolgirl knowledge
Cause gangsta-ass niggaz go to school nowadays
I tried to make you wait, but I cant change yo ways
She fell in love with the local G
And now they both in the penetentiary, she didnt mention me
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