@[Diderik:33655] "Your a holiday!" Was a popular term used in the 50s/60s to compliment someone on their all around. For example, not only are they beautiful, but they are fun and kind too ... just an all around "holiday".
I think your first comment is closer to being accurate. The singer/song writers state "Millions of eyes can see, yet why am i so blind!? When the someone else is me, its unkind its unkind". I believe hes referring to the girl toying with him and using him. He wants something deeper with her, thats why he allows himself to be as a puppet (even though for her fun and games) as long as it makes her happy. But he knows deep down that she doesnt really want to be serious with him and thats what makes him.
Uh-huh, yeah, ha
Never sprung huh?
Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all
Never sprung huh?
Yeah, peep the repertoire
Pa-pause, feel me on this one
Pa-pause, feel this
Never sprung huh? Know my style
I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches
Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches
Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches
Can't knock your hustle for real, it's aight bitches
I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum French frames
With the French name in the same night
Pull you and your tight friend
Lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in
You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R
Sexing in a Lexus car
Match wits with the best of y'all, the rest of y'all
Is like vege-tables in my presence, check it
Reminiscing to nothing, you ever heard, Iceberg
Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs
Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred
Get money like I'm down South, Wednesday the 3rd, it's on
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique, who you wit?
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit?
Can't scheme on 'em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on 'em
Chicks dream on him, trick cream on him
Lose it when dudes think it's just music
Lean on 'em, flash green on 'em, and diamond rings on 'em
Sexin' 'round the way girls down to Miras
I'm something every girl gotta have like Levi's
Chiquita, mi amor, see how raw
You can love me or hate me, either or
I'ma stay winning, rock the custom drop Bentley's
Never eat at Denny's and party like Lil Penny
Can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave
Just as quick, Indian give, ha-hah
Now what I look like? Giving a chick half my trap
Like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I'm having that
You be the same chick when you leave me
The bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came with (it's on)
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique, who you wit?
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit?
Here's something niggas goin' find, not at all funny
We taking all ya bitches, taking all ya money
Jay-Z rated A.G. baby that's All Good
I sink this ball in your hole, I'm Tiger Woods
If the money was the grass and your ass was a tee
When I hit it with this club love you coming with me
Grip you right up under your ass, put your back on the wall
Kinda tipsy, seeing triple, so I'm fucking ya all
You remind me of this dream I had the night before
I'm kinda hoping the condom break to have a reason to go raw
I'm playing, hit the showers, hit the money spot
Where all the models play and big money is dropped
Drop the top, let her feel the moonlight it entranced her
She jumped all in my seat like some private dancer
I tell you something new, if you don't hop down off that
Butter soft shit with your shoes, I'ma step on the gas
She laughed, put her ass back in the proper place
She said, "I played my cards right and look I got the ace"
I told her, "Slow down baby"
You dealin' with a baller, who, hold ground crazy it's on
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique, who you wit?
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit?
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique, who you wit?
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit?
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique, who you wit?
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit?
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique, who you wit?
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bioth who you wit?
Fucker
Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millennia
Recognize, realize, it's on
Roc-A-Block y'all
Huh, haha, I'm laughin'
It's on
"Jay-Z, hi, this is
I just wanna call and apologize for the things that I was sayin' to you
You know, that was kinda, you know, ridiculous what I was sayin'
And um, I just wanted to thank you for giving Ta-Ta the message for me
We could still be cool
It was nice meeting you too, bye"
Never sprung huh?
Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all
Never sprung huh?
Yeah, peep the repertoire
Pa-pause, feel me on this one
Pa-pause, feel this
Never sprung huh? Know my style
I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches
Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches
Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches
Can't knock your hustle for real, it's aight bitches
I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum French frames
With the French name in the same night
Pull you and your tight friend
Lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in
You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R
Sexing in a Lexus car
Match wits with the best of y'all, the rest of y'all
Is like vege-tables in my presence, check it
Reminiscing to nothing, you ever heard, Iceberg
Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs
Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred
Get money like I'm down South, Wednesday the 3rd, it's on
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique, who you wit?
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit?
Can't scheme on 'em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on 'em
Chicks dream on him, trick cream on him
Lose it when dudes think it's just music
Lean on 'em, flash green on 'em, and diamond rings on 'em
Sexin' 'round the way girls down to Miras
I'm something every girl gotta have like Levi's
Chiquita, mi amor, see how raw
You can love me or hate me, either or
I'ma stay winning, rock the custom drop Bentley's
Never eat at Denny's and party like Lil Penny
Can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave
Just as quick, Indian give, ha-hah
Now what I look like? Giving a chick half my trap
Like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I'm having that
You be the same chick when you leave me
The bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came with (it's on)
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique, who you wit?
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit?
Here's something niggas goin' find, not at all funny
We taking all ya bitches, taking all ya money
Jay-Z rated A.G. baby that's All Good
I sink this ball in your hole, I'm Tiger Woods
If the money was the grass and your ass was a tee
When I hit it with this club love you coming with me
Grip you right up under your ass, put your back on the wall
Kinda tipsy, seeing triple, so I'm fucking ya all
You remind me of this dream I had the night before
I'm kinda hoping the condom break to have a reason to go raw
I'm playing, hit the showers, hit the money spot
Where all the models play and big money is dropped
Drop the top, let her feel the moonlight it entranced her
She jumped all in my seat like some private dancer
I tell you something new, if you don't hop down off that
Butter soft shit with your shoes, I'ma step on the gas
She laughed, put her ass back in the proper place
She said, "I played my cards right and look I got the ace"
I told her, "Slow down baby"
You dealin' with a baller, who, hold ground crazy it's on
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique, who you wit?
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit?
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique, who you wit?
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit?
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique, who you wit?
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit?
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique, who you wit?
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bioth who you wit?
Fucker
Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millennia
Recognize, realize, it's on
Roc-A-Block y'all
Huh, haha, I'm laughin'
It's on
"Jay-Z, hi, this is
I just wanna call and apologize for the things that I was sayin' to you
You know, that was kinda, you know, ridiculous what I was sayin'
And um, I just wanted to thank you for giving Ta-Ta the message for me
We could still be cool
It was nice meeting you too, bye"
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