Out On A Furlough Lyrics - W.c.

* car pulls up * 

Hey fellas 

Any of you guys seen Willie Calloway? 

Wille who, man? 

What you talkin bout? 

Calloway, Willie Calloway 

What this fool talkin bout? 

Yeah 

If y'all think I'm goin back to that muthafucka, you're crazy 

Muthafuckas 

[ VERSE 1: W.C. ] 

It all started on a Saturday night, yo, I was restin my nerves 

Coolin at the pad, smokin herb 

Had a show the next day, so I figured I'd rest 

Cause when I throw a show, I like to give it my best 

Yo, that's when I heard the telephone ring 

It was my homie named Gee, big baller from around the way 

Said he had a party and he wanted me to come 

And I couldn't even front, cause I owed him one 

See, Gee was a homie from a long time ago 

When I was young, he used to let me get the rag 6-4 

I used to sell dope with him, even went to jail with him 

He put me down, ain't no way I could forget about him 

So now I got myself coolin at a party 

On amp, playin dominos, drinkin Bacardi 

Sittin at a table with some fools I don't know 

Rollin the Endo, and sippin on Cisco 

I had a feelin that just wouldn't quit 

Bein around too many high rollers made me itch 

I ain't the one to wear silk, so I felt like a jerk 

Cause I was the only in some jeans and a t-shirt 

Fools kept stearin at me, lookin kinda funny 

Big Six on the table takin all the money 

The party was on until the drink got low 

That's when Gee slid me 10 to make a run to the sto' 

He wanted me to roll with his homie named Joe 

Smart baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy Pinto 

That's when I knew right then and there 

I had a funny-ass feelin it was trouble in the air 

Cause now I'm on the roll with this nigga named Joe 

Who wore [???] with a big-ass afro 

Just my luck we got pulled to the side 

(What happened?) Cocaine in the back of the ride 

Since I ain't a snitch, I was thrown in the jailhouse 

Doin 5 years over dope I didn't know about 

No more women, and no more shows 

Wish I was out on a furlough 

[ CHORUS ] 

Time again you wanna lock me up 

Lock me up, lock me up 

Time again you wanna lock me up 

A nigga like me, you wanna lock me up 

[ VERSE 2: W.C. ] 

So now I'm in the jailhouse gettin all swoll' 

Doin 2 to 5 for this nigga I don't know 

Fools say jail ain't nothin to sweat 

But if you ain't got a rep, you gotta claim your set 

But I don't bang, y'all, so what can I say? 

I'm just a funky rapper from around the way 

But right in my face about a million brothers stood 

Throwin up gangsigns, representin they neighborhood 

Brother named Black who ran the yard 

Told me, "Bust a funky rap, and you won't need a bodyguard" 

Don't get me wrong, y'all, I'm far from soft 

But for the next six months I was rappin my ass off 

Now here we go, I had the whole jailhouse 

Rockin back and forth, and even the wardens 

Threw their hands in the air while I bust a rhyme 

But now the chow line, y'all, was one big showtime 

But that's when a riot jumped off 

And they threw me in the box for startin it off 

They told me for the next 7 months, if I laid low 

Then I'd be egible for a furlough 

[ CHORUS ] 

[ VERSE 3: W.C. ] 

Finally I'm out on a furlough 

Back on the streets in a Coupe that's sittin kinda low 

Yo, come to find that the group Low Pro done went solo 

Now it's all aobut the Maad Circle 

I'm hangin out with Tunes and Coolio 

Drinkin out the brown paperbag, dodgin my P.O. 

I'm only 'posed to be out for one day 

But the judge don't know that I'm a runaway 

Something like a fugitive, but I don't run, I bust back, y'all 

No more sittin in the hole eatin chew balls 

Now I pack my bag and grab my gat 

And have the Maad Circle put me down on contract 

And lay low like a snake in the grass 

Change my profile and do away with the past 

And now I'm gettin paid to be a vocalist 

Accordin to the law, though I'm wanted on a hit list 

Crazy Tunes, Coolio and Gee's the Maad Circle 

And still to this day, yo, I'm out on a furlough 

[ CHORUS ] 

(He's probably twenty-somethin years old 

And he gon' do 20, probably gon' do 20 years 

That's what he hollerin about, you know? 

Cause the guy, he's - he 20 years old 

You know, he in his twenties 

He's rude, and all that right there, you know 

He might - 

It's just like me: 

I came in the penitentiary when I was 22 years old 

You know, that's - that's the baby 

You know, now - now I'm 40 

You see what I'm sayin? 

The man talkin bout he want me to do - 20 mo' years)