[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