Lyrics Out On A Furlough - WC & The Maad Circle, Wc And The Maad Circle

Out On A Furlough

Hey fellas\nAny of you guys seen Willie Calloway?\nWille who, man?\nWhat you talkin bout?\nCalloway, Willie Calloway\nWhat this fool talkin bout?\nYeah\nIf y’all think I’m goin back to that muthafucka, you’re crazy\nMuthafuckas\nIt all started on a Saturday night, yo, I was restin my nerves\nCoolin at the pad, smokin herb\nHad a show the next day, so I figured I’d rest\nCause when I throw a show, I like to give it my best\nYo, that’s when I heard the telephone ring\nIt was my homie named Gee, big baller from around the way\nSaid he had a party and he wanted me to come\nAnd I couldn’t even front, cause I owed him one\nSee, Gee was a homie from a long time ago\nWhen I was young, he used to let me get the rag 6−4\nI used to sell dope with him, even went to jail with him\nHe put me down, ain’t no way I could forget about him\nSo now I got myself coolin at a party\nOn amp, playin dominos, drinkin Bacardi\nSittin at a table with some fools I don’t know\nRollin the Endo, and sippin on Cisco\nI had a feelin that just wouldn’t quit\nBein around too many high rollers made me itch\nI ain’t the one to wear silk, so I felt like a jerk\nCause I was the only in some jeans and a t-shirt\nFools kept stearin at me, lookin kinda funny\nBig Six on the table takin all the money\nThe party was on until the drink got low\nThat’s when Gee slid me 10 to make a run to the sto'\nHe wanted me to roll with his homie named Joe\nSmart baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy Pinto\nThat’s when I knew right then and there\nI had a funny-ass feelin it was trouble in the air\nCause now I’m on the roll with this nigga named Joe\nWho wore with a big-ass afro\nJust my luck we got pulled to the side\n(What happened?) Cocaine in the back of the ride\nSince I ain’t a snitch, I was thrown in the jailhouse\nDoin 5 years over dope I didn’t know about\nNo more women, and no more shows\nWish I was out on a furlough\nTime again you wanna lock me up\nLock me up, lock me up\nTime again you wanna lock me up\nA nigga like me, you wanna lock me up\nSo now I’m in the jailhouse gettin all swoll'\nDoin 2 to 5 for this nigga I don’t know\nFools say jail ain’t nothin to sweat\nBut if you ain’t got a rep, you gotta claim your set\nBut I don’t bang, y’all, so what can I say?\nI’m just a funky rapper from around the way\nBut right in my face about a million brothers stood\nThrowin up gangsigns, representin they neighborhood\nBrother named Black who ran the yard\nTold me, «Bust a funky rap, and you won’t need a bodyguard»\nDon’t get me wrong, y’all, I’m far from soft\nBut for the next six months I was rappin my ass off\nNow here we go, I had the whole jailhouse\nRockin back and forth, and even the wardens\nThrew their hands in the air while I bust a rhyme\nBut now the chow line, y’all, was one big showtime\nBut that’s when a riot jumped off\nAnd they threw me in the box for startin it off\nThey told me for the next 7 months, if I laid low\nThen I’d be egible for a furlough\nFinally I’m out on a furlough\nBack on the streets in a Coupe that’s sittin kinda low\nYo, come to find that the group Low Pro done went solo\nNow it’s all aobut the Maad Circle\nI’m hangin out with Tunes and Coolio\nDrinkin out the brown paperbag, dodgin my P.O.\nI’m only 'posed to be out for one day\nBut the judge don’t know that I’m a runaway\nSomething like a fugitive, but I don’t run, I bust back, y’all\nNo more sittin in the hole eatin chew balls\nNow I pack my bag and grab my gat\nAnd have the Maad Circle put me down on contract\nAnd lay low like a snake in the grass\nChange my profile and do away with the past\nAnd now I’m gettin paid to be a vocalist\nAccordin to the law, though I’m wanted on a hit list\nCrazy Tunes, Coolio and Gee’s the Maad Circle\nAnd still to this day, yo, I’m out on a furlough\n(He's probably twenty-somethin years old\nAnd he gon' do 20, probably gon' do 20 years\nThat’s what he hollerin about, you know?\nCause the guy, he’s — he 20 years old\nYou know, he in his twenties\nHe’s rude, and all that right there, you know\nHe might —\nIt’s just like me:\nI came in the penitentiary when I was 22 years old\nYou know, that’s — that’s the baby\nYou know, now — now I’m 40\nYou see what I’m sayin?\nThe man talkin bout he want me to do — 20 mo' years)