[Snoop Dogg]
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 I`m out with my friends
Good girl - why do good girls like bad boys? (I don`t 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, she`d 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 ain`t argued yet
She lovin a nigga, steady buyin me shit
And don`t say shit when I dip with my click
And understand, when I`m down and out
may need some help with some chips
Her mother approved of me, but her father he don`t
He probably won`t, shit Pops ain`t no punk
Daddy`s little girl be in a gangsta`s world
Buyin me houseshoes and khaki blues, California curls
No matter what her father say, baby gon` see me
It`s 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
Chorus: repeat 2X
(she was in love, with a THUG, in love!)
Daddy I`m in love with a gangsta
(she was in love, with a THUG, in love!)
Momma I`m in love with a gangsta
[Snoop Dogg]
Mm.. I`m caught up in the middle and I don`t know what to do
I caught eight months in the joint, behind my crew
That I gotta do and I`ma miss you Boo
But I`ma write you every night and call you on the phone too
Whatchu gon` do? You know I`m gon` stay true
But I`ma go ahead to college like my father want me to
Well um, off to my cell withcha body on my mind
And I`ma call you back tomorrow round the same time
I`m on the mainline, 9500 for short
On another phoneline, holla`n at my other hoe
This bitch ain`t sayin SHIT, cause the bitch ain`t 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 wouldn`t turn it back (man fuck y`all)
Never caught slippin, always on strap
And now I`m back in the hole with no motherfuckin getback
Sit back and contemplate, and think about baby
And hope she don`t get caught up in the world that`s so crazy
But while I`m 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 can`t change yo` ways
She fell in love with the local G
And now they both in the penetentiary, she didn`t mention me
Chorus 2X
