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