[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, this %#@! 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 %#@! out (why?)
Cause everytime she came to pick a ^!$$% up
%#@!, she'd take a ^!$$% 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 been together six months, and we ain't argued yet
She lovin a ^!$$%, steady buyin me %#@!

And don't say %#@! 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, %#@! 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 (*##$ ain't sayin !#@(, cause the (*##$ ain't !#@(
Old fat golddiggin-ass county check receivin BEOTCH
I bail up in the Day Room and get in a scrap

^!$$%z watchin Soul Train and I wouldn't turn it back (man $#&@ y'all)
Never caught slippin, always on strap
And now I'm back in the hole with no mother$#&@in 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 ^!$$%z 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]