WC, the MAAD Circle, Sir Jinx - Out on a Furlough lyrics
[WC, the MAAD Circle, Sir Jinx - Out on a Furlough lyrics]
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
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 a golf hat 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
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
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 gang signs
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 they 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 eligible for a furlough
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 paper bag
Dodgin' my PO
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
(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)
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
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 a golf hat 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
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
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 gang signs
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 they 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 eligible for a furlough
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 paper bag
Dodgin' my PO
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
(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)