W.C. Lyrics

W.C. Lyrics

"Out On A Furlough Lyrics"

Return to the closet Lyrics
The game is over. The damage is done. Fuck you for playing along. Break through the surface only to suffocate. Beating it into me. Burn witches as found. But not this time. Our culture acquires love design. Left naked with nothing but ourselves and contempt for what we're not supposed to be, not supposed to feel, not supposed to see. I will embrace you, we're all beautiful. We all return - confrontation cuts. In the closet - Can't get up. Another definition to keep control. With assorted names we know where to belong.

* 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
Motherfather Lyrics
[Chorus] Mother-Father before I forget Thank you for all that you have been to me And just in case you are wondering I love you [Verse 1] I know that our difference caused Us to waste so much of our time we could have used Getting to know each and one another But now that I've grown into my own And learned some things about life I now can see that it wasn't easy to raise someone like me [Chorus] [Verse 2] I remember those days when you used to sit me down And try to school me about the plenty opportunities in
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
Twilight Of My Mind Lyrics
In the twilight of my mind The twisted shadows of my past swell Chanting, pleading and commanding me Whispering me poisoned wisdom in my ears Faceless creatures crawling I can't take this pain All this struggling- oh it was in vain It happens in the twilight of my mind It happens in the twilight of my mind Tormented thoughts, they roam my soul Digging holes of anguish in my mind Eyes of fire, wishing I were dead The shadows laughing all the tears I shed Faceless creatures crawling I can't take this pain 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
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The Wagoner's Lad Lyrics
Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind They're always controlled, they're always confined Controlled by their parents until they are wives Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives I am a poor girl, my fortune is sad I've always been courted by the wagoner's lad He's courted me daily, by night and by day And now he is loaded and going away Your parents don't like me because I am poor They say I'm not worthy of entering your door I work for my living, my money's my own And if they don't like me they can leave me al
rinkin 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)