Out On A Furlough

* 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)