[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
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