Tink - Gangsta's Paradise Lyrics

(They call me Hitmaka)

Let me be ya gangsta's paradise
I swear our love gon' feel like crime
We ain't gotta take no one's advice
I can hold yo' racks, while you shootin' the dice
Makin' love in the trap
Show me how to handle the strap
Need a bitch that's gon' have ya back
Let me be ya gangsta's paradise
You found the perfect angel needs advice
Let me be ya gangsta's paradise

I feel so safe when I'm with you
Every other hitta should've been you
Only show yo' soft side when I'm with you
Yo' ex be actin' out but I got you
How you love me rough but so soft
How we runnin' up but no lost
How you humble up but so boss
That's why you paid the price, it's no cost

Let me be ya gangsta's paradise
I swear our love gon' feel like crime
We ain't gotta take no one's advice
I can hold yo' racks, while you shootin' the dice
Makin' love in the trap
Show me how to handle the strap
Need a bitch that's gon' have ya back
Let me be ya gangsta's paradise (oh)
You found the perfect angel needs advice (oh)
Let me be ya gangsta's paradise

Met you at the CITGO on the Westside
Always talkin' 'bout how you wanna change lives
I can see you through the tatts and the gang signs
Back rolls Backwoods in the late night
How you love me rough but so soft
How we runnin' up but no lost
How you humble up but so boss
That's why you paid the price, it's no cost

Let me be ya gangsta's paradise
I swear our love gon' feel like crime
We ain't gotta take no one's advice
I can hold yo' racks, while you shootin' the dice
Makin' love in the trap
Show me how to handle the strap
Need a bitch that's gon' have ya back
Baby, let me be ya gangsta's paradise (oh)
You found the perfect angel needs advice (oh)
Let me be ya gangsta's paradise (oh, oh, oh)
(Let me be ya gangsta's paradise)