[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]