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* car pulls up * |
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Hey fellas |
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Any of you guys seen |
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Willie Calloway? |
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Wille who, man? |
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What you talkin bout? |
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Calloway, |
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Willie Calloway |
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What this fool talkin bout? |
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Yeah If y'all think |
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I'm goin back to that muthafucka, you're crazy |
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Muthafuckas [ VERSE 1: W.C. ] |
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It all started on a |
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Saturday night, yo, |
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I was restin my nerves |
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Coolin at the pad, smokin herb |
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Had a show the next day, so |
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I figured |
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I'd rest Cause when |
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I throw a show, |
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I like to give it my best |
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Yo, that's when |
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I heard the telephone ring |
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It was my homie named |
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Gee, big baller from around the way |
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Said he had a party and he wanted me to come |
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And I couldn't even front, cause |
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I owed him one |
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See, Gee was a homie from a long time ago |
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When I was young, he used to let me get the rag 6-4 |
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I used to sell dope with him, even went to jail with him |
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He put me down, ain't no way |
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I could forget about him |
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So now I got myself coolin at a party |
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On amp, playin dominos, drinkin |
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Bacardi Sittin at a table with some fools |
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I don't know |
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Rollin the |
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Endo, and sippin on |
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Cisco I had a feelin that just wouldn't quit |
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Bein around too many high rollers made me itch |
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I ain't the one to wear silk, so |
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I felt like a jerk |
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Cause I was the only in some jeans and a t-shirt |
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Fools kept stearin at me, lookin kinda funny |
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Big Six on the table takin all the money |
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The party was on until the drink got low |
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That's when |
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Gee slid me 10 to make a run to the sto' |
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He wanted me to roll with his homie named |
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Joe Smart baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy |
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Pinto That's when |
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I knew right then and there |
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I had a funny-ass feelin it was trouble in the air |
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Cause now |
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I'm on the roll with this nigga named |
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Joe Who wore [???] with a big-ass afro |
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Just my luck we got pulled to the side (What happened?) |
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Cocaine in the back of the ride |
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Since I ain't a snitch, |
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I was thrown in the jailhouse |
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Doin 5 years over dope |
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I didn't know about |
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No more women, and no more shows |
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Wish I was out on a furlough [ CHORUS ] |
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Time again you wanna lock me up |
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Lock me up, lock me up |
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Time again you wanna lock me up |
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A nigga like me, you wanna lock me up [ VERSE 2: W.C. ] |
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So now I'm in the jailhouse gettin all swoll' |
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Doin 2 to 5 for this nigga |
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I don't know |
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Fools say jail ain't nothin to sweat |
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But if you ain't got a rep, you gotta claim your set |
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But I don't bang, y'all, so what can |
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I say? I'm just a funky rapper from around the way |
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But right in my face about a million brothers stood |
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Throwin up gangsigns, representin they neighborhood |
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Brother named |
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Black who ran the yard |
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Told me, "Bust a funky rap, and you won't need a bodyguard" |
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Don't get me wrong, y'all, |
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I'm far from soft |
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But for the next six months |
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I was rappin my ass off |
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Now here we go, |
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I had the whole jailhouse |
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Rockin back and forth, and even the wardens |
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Threw their hands in the air while |
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I bust a rhyme |
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But now the chow line, y'all, was one big showtime |
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But that's when a riot jumped off |
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And they threw me in the box for startin it off |
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They told me for the next 7 months, if |
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I laid low |
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Then I'd be egible for a furlough [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: W.C. ] |
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Finally I'm out on a furlough |
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Back on the streets in a |
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Coupe that's sittin kinda low |
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Yo, come to find that the group |
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Low Pro done went solo |
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Now it's all aobut the |
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Maad Circle |
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I'm hangin out with |
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Tunes and |
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Coolio Drinkin out the brown paperbag, dodgin my |
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P.O. I'm only 'posed to be out for one day |
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But the judge don't know that |
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I'm a runaway |
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Something like a fugitive, but |
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I don't run, |
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I bust back, y'all |
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No more sittin in the hole eatin chew balls |
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Now I pack my bag and grab my gat |
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And have the |
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Maad Circle put me down on contract |
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And lay low like a snake in the grass |
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Change my profile and do away with the past |
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And now I'm gettin paid to be a vocalist |
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Accordin to the law, though |
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I'm wanted on a hit list |
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Crazy Tunes, |
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Coolio and |
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Gee's the |
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Maad Circle |
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And still to this day, yo, |
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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) |
