Текст (слова) песни: W.C. and the MAAD Circle - 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)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: W.C. and the MAAD Circle - 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) Нравится песня? 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