Out On A Furlough

Yeah
If y'all think I'm going back to that motherfucker, you're crazy
Motherfuckers

It all started on a Saturday night, yo, I was resting my nerves
Cooling at the pad smoking 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 G, 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, G was a homie from a long time ago
When I was young, he used to let me get the rag six-four
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 nat playin' dominoes, drinkin' Bacardi
Sittin' at a table with some fools I don't know
Rollin' the indo and sippin' on Cisco
I had a feeling that just wouldn't quit
Being 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 staring 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 G slimmed me ten to make a run to the store
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 feeling 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' five years over dope I didn't know about
No more women and no more shows
Shit, I wish I was out on the furlough

Time again they wanna lock me up
Lock me up, lock me up
Time again they wanna lock me up
A nigga like me, they wanna lock me up
Time again they wanna lock me up
Lock me up, lock me up

So now I'm in the jailhouse gettin' all swole
Doin' two to five for this nigga I don't know
Folks 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' their neighborhood
Brother named Black who ran in 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, and even the warden
Threw their hands in the air while I bust a rhyme
'Cause 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 seven months if I lay low
Then I'd be eligible for a furlough

Time again they wanna lock me up
Lock me up, lock me up
Time again they wanna lock me up
A nigga like me, they wanna lock me up

Finally, I'm out on the 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 about the Maad Circle
I'm hangin' out with Toones and Coolio
Drinkin' out the brown paper bag, 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
Somethin' like a fugitive, but I don't run, I bust back, y'all
No more sittin' in a hole eatin' Juke Balls
So 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
Changed my profile into a way with the past
And now I'm gettin' paid to be a vocalist
According to the law, though, I'm wanted on a hit list
Crazy Toones, Coolio, and G's the Maad Circle
And still to this day, y'all, I'm out on the furlough

Time again they wanna lock me up
Lock me up, lock me up
People like you wanna lock me up
A nigga like me, they wanna lock me up
Time again they wanna lock me up
Lock me up, lock me up
People like you wanna lock me up
A nigga like me, they wanna lock me up
Time again they wanna lock me up
Lock me up, lock me up
People like you wanna lock me up
A nigga like me, they wanna lock me up

He probably twenty-something years old
And he gon' do twenty, probably gon' do twenty years
That's what he hollerin' about, you know?
'Cause the guy, he, he twenty years old
You know, he in his twenties
He gon' lose all that right there
You know, he might, just like me
I came in the penitentiary when I was twenty-two years old
You know, that's, that's a baby
You know, now, now I'm forty
You see what I'm sayin'?
The man talkin' 'bout he want me to do twenty more years