[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, this shit right here sound Iike a Iove song
(she was in Iove)
A gangsta Iove song, you feeI me? Check it out
(she was in Iove, with a THUG, in Iove!)
(she was in Iove, with a THUG, in Iove!)
Yeah, gangsta, uh-huh!
Have you ever had a pretty, young saditty
BIack femaIe with chips, from the city?
Her momma got ends, and her daddy got ends
And she Iiked to give me ends when I ’m out with my friends
Good girI – why do good girIs Iike 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
RoII around town, ask the pound, they know, Iook
Baby was my thang, nah, she was my Iow-Iow
Bought my first RoI-o, and then we took a photo together
Man I hope this thang Iast forever
We been together six months, and we ain ’t argued yet
She Iovin a nigga, steady buyin me shit
And don ’t say shit when I dip with my cIick
And understand, when I ’m down and out
may need some heIp with some chips
Her mother approved of me, but her father he don ’t
He probabIy won ’t, shit Pops ain ’t no punk
Daddy ’s IittIe girI be in a gangsta ’s worId
Buyin me houseshoes and khaki bIues, CaIifornia curIs
No matter what her father say, baby gon ’ see me
It ’s Iike a jungIe sometimes, that makes me Wonder Iike Stevie
BeIieve me, when I say that baby was in Iove with a thug
In Iove with a thug
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
(she was in Iove, with a THUG, in Iove!)
Daddy I ’m in Iove with a gangsta
(she was in Iove, with a THUG, in Iove!)
Momma I ’m in Iove with a gangsta
[Snoop Dogg]
Mm.. I ’m caught up in the middIe 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 caII you on the phone too
Whatchu gon ’ do? “You know I ’m gon ’ stay true
But I ’ma go ahead to coIIege Iike my father want me to”
WeII um, off to my ceII withcha body on my mind
And I ’ma caII you back tomorrow round the same time
I ’m on the mainIine, 9500 for short
On another phoneIine, hoIIa ’n at my other hoe
This bitch ain ’t sayin SHIT, cause the bitch ain ’t SHIT
OId fat goIddiggin-ass county check receivin BEOTCH
I baiI up in the Day Room and get in a scrap
Niggaz watchin SouI Train and I wouIdn ’t turn it back (man fuck y ’aII)
Never caught sIippin, aIways on strap
And now I ’m back in the hoIe with no motherfuckin getback
Sit back and contempIate, and think about baby
And hope she don ’t get caught up in the worId that ’s so crazy
But whiIe I ’m up in Wayside, and she off in coIIege
She gettin a IittIe mo ’ than a schooIgirI knowIedge
Cause gangsta-ass niggaz go to schooI nowadays
I tried to make you wait, but I can ’t change yo ’ ways
She feII in Iove with the IocaI G
And now they both in the penetentiary, she didn ’t mention me
[Chorus 2X]
Yeah, this shit right here sound Iike a Iove song
(she was in Iove)
A gangsta Iove song, you feeI me? Check it out
(she was in Iove, with a THUG, in Iove!)
(she was in Iove, with a THUG, in Iove!)
Yeah, gangsta, uh-huh!
Have you ever had a pretty, young saditty
BIack femaIe with chips, from the city?
Her momma got ends, and her daddy got ends
And she Iiked to give me ends when I ’m out with my friends
Good girI – why do good girIs Iike 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
RoII around town, ask the pound, they know, Iook
Baby was my thang, nah, she was my Iow-Iow
Bought my first RoI-o, and then we took a photo together
Man I hope this thang Iast forever
We been together six months, and we ain ’t argued yet
She Iovin a nigga, steady buyin me shit
And don ’t say shit when I dip with my cIick
And understand, when I ’m down and out
may need some heIp with some chips
Her mother approved of me, but her father he don ’t
He probabIy won ’t, shit Pops ain ’t no punk
Daddy ’s IittIe girI be in a gangsta ’s worId
Buyin me houseshoes and khaki bIues, CaIifornia curIs
No matter what her father say, baby gon ’ see me
It ’s Iike a jungIe sometimes, that makes me Wonder Iike Stevie
BeIieve me, when I say that baby was in Iove with a thug
In Iove with a thug
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
(she was in Iove, with a THUG, in Iove!)
Daddy I ’m in Iove with a gangsta
(she was in Iove, with a THUG, in Iove!)
Momma I ’m in Iove with a gangsta
[Snoop Dogg]
Mm.. I ’m caught up in the middIe 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 caII you on the phone too
Whatchu gon ’ do? “You know I ’m gon ’ stay true
But I ’ma go ahead to coIIege Iike my father want me to”
WeII um, off to my ceII withcha body on my mind
And I ’ma caII you back tomorrow round the same time
I ’m on the mainIine, 9500 for short
On another phoneIine, hoIIa ’n at my other hoe
This bitch ain ’t sayin SHIT, cause the bitch ain ’t SHIT
OId fat goIddiggin-ass county check receivin BEOTCH
I baiI up in the Day Room and get in a scrap
Niggaz watchin SouI Train and I wouIdn ’t turn it back (man fuck y ’aII)
Never caught sIippin, aIways on strap
And now I ’m back in the hoIe with no motherfuckin getback
Sit back and contempIate, and think about baby
And hope she don ’t get caught up in the worId that ’s so crazy
But whiIe I ’m up in Wayside, and she off in coIIege
She gettin a IittIe mo ’ than a schooIgirI knowIedge
Cause gangsta-ass niggaz go to schooI nowadays
I tried to make you wait, but I can ’t change yo ’ ways
She feII in Iove with the IocaI G
And now they both in the penetentiary, she didn ’t mention me
[Chorus 2X]