Priority Records - Out on a Furlough lyrics

* 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 muthaf**a, you're crazy Muthaf**as [ 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-a** feelin it was trouble in the air Cause now I'm on the roll with this n***a named Joe Who wore [???] with a big-a** 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 [ Hook ] Time again you wanna lock me up Lock me up, lock me up Time again you wanna lock me up A n***a 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 n***a 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 a** 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 [ Hook ] [ 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 gra** 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 [ Hook ] (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)