Yeah, this s**t 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)

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?
When I was a kid, growin` up, I never had toys
And I think that she can figure that s**t out
Cause every time she came to pick a ni**a up
S**t, she`d take a ni**a 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`ve been together six months, and we ain`t argued yet
She lovin` a ni**a, steady buyin` me s**t, and don`t say s**t
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, s**t Pops ain`t no punk
Daddy`s little girl be in a gangsta`s world
Buyin` me houses, hoes 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

(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

(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

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 phone line, holla `n at my other hoe
This bitch ain`t sayin`, “S**t”, `cause the bitch ain`t s**t
Old fat gold diggin` ass county check receivin`, beotch

I bail up in The Day Room and get in a scrap
Ni**az watchin` Soul Train and I wouldn`t turn it back
Never caught slippin`, always on strap
And now I`m back in the hole with no motherf**kin` get back

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 ni**az 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 penitentiary, she didn`t mention me

(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

(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

(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

(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
(She was in love, with a thug, in love)