@[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.
Believe it, playboy
You know we the number 1 stunnas
How you diggin' that, nigga
Look, look
Went to Miami bought a Lam', and showed love
My Bentley, Fresh Bentley on twenty-inch dubs
Monte Carlo's, Cadillac's, and Jags
If it ain't a V8, that shit ain't fast
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Neighborhood superstars, cars, and broads
Everybody wan' fuck a Hot Boy
Mercedes trucks
Lexus trucks
Cadillac trucks
All the best for your buck
Six TV's with DVD's
Twenty-g's worth of sound so a nigga can hear me
We shine and floss
We pay the boss
Ten-g's a night we buyin' the ball
But one thing, nigga, things ain't changed
Find me at a second line doin' my thing
I'm rockin' ice
I pocket pipe
Corner pocket goin' down we gon' be there tonight
It's wall-to-wall
Killers and dogs
Niggas actin' crazy they ready to ball
They shoutin' at 'Nolia, shoutin' at Melph
Shoutin' at Yo, everybody to the south
They shoutin' at 'Nolia, shoutin' at Melph
They shoutin' at Yo, everybody to the south
See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit
You get outta line, we'll kill you quick
See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit
You get outta line we'll kill you quick
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Shorty, shit don't stop nigga, keep it real
Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Nigga, shit don't stop playa, keep it real
Look
Now who we?
The nigga ridin' top-down in the two-seat
You see more diamonds than they got on Blue Streak
You know it's Lil' Wheezy goin' off
Slim and Baby bought him somethin' new he showin' off
I will buy Bentley body real wide
Sixteen with no license still drive
That's a wild fella
Watch your wife I'll sell her
I'm up in the 2000 Kompressor loud yellow
Dubs on skinnies yeah, killin' ya
Pop the hood, souped up with a twelve-cylinder
Niggas ridin' big body Benz stop it
I'll pull up next to 'em in a Lam' top this
I know they be like, "Man, them boys got to stay home"
Different color Hummers lookin' like a box of crayons
Open up the back sound got they damn head achin'
Me I'm in the back seat playin' a PlayStation
What
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Nigga, shit don't stop playa, keep it real
Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Wodie, shit don't stop we gon' keep it real
That remote hand it here
Trucks with chandeliers
He don't have America Online up in here
Lay it down when I park it
Iceberg carpet
Standin' 'cross the street sayin', "Watch me start this"
Excursion from thirty feet away
Lil' niggas go and say, "How the fuck he did that?"
"You heard where he live at?"
"Piranhas and iguanas marble and glass"
"The bottom of his swimmin' pool said, 'kiss my ass'"
Niggas motherfuck it
I take the St Bernard project and gut it
And make it into one big crib
And when you pass in separate ward, scream out
"That's where Mannie Fresh live"
Three-piece livin' room set in the back of the Caddy
Plus the alarm that say, "I love you, Daddy"
VCR nigga, please unhook it
Run the DVD when the satellite crooked
Honey, what you mean you ain't never seen
A big-screen in the back of the Navigator that's green?
Chromed-out amplifiers
Twenty-two inch tires
I don't want them I want the fiber optic wires
I'm so hot I'm responsible for forest fires
What?
How you love that
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Wodie, shit don't stop we gon' keep it real
Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Wodie, shit don't stop y'all keep it real
Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Shorty, shit don't stop let's keep it real
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Man, shit don't stop keep it real
Understand
We gon' keep this real
Goin' into 2001 on up to 3000
I'ma show Fresh, I ain't goin' nowhere
Without a doubt, playboy
I meant that shit
Ball 'til you fall
Believe that, nigga
They gon' clone my ass
It's gon' be
Huh? About eight of me, you see what I'm sayin'
Without a doubt they can't get rid of me
Feel that shit
And I'm gone
You can't kiss me, but you can kiss my chain
Without
You can kiss my watch
You can kiss my belt
You can kiss my shoes
But don't put your lips on me
It ain't like that
We gon' dip 'em platinum, playboy
Ah, good night
Dip one up
We gon' dip one up platinum
Right now
If y'all can see, you gon' see
Nothin' but a brown-skin nigga
Dip platinum
Grill platinum
Nothin' but ice
Nothin' but ice
Ice everywhere
Ten karats in my grill
And I keeps it real
How you love that nigga
You know we the number 1 stunnas
How you diggin' that, nigga
Look, look
Went to Miami bought a Lam', and showed love
My Bentley, Fresh Bentley on twenty-inch dubs
Monte Carlo's, Cadillac's, and Jags
If it ain't a V8, that shit ain't fast
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Neighborhood superstars, cars, and broads
Everybody wan' fuck a Hot Boy
Mercedes trucks
Lexus trucks
Cadillac trucks
All the best for your buck
Six TV's with DVD's
Twenty-g's worth of sound so a nigga can hear me
We shine and floss
We pay the boss
Ten-g's a night we buyin' the ball
But one thing, nigga, things ain't changed
Find me at a second line doin' my thing
I'm rockin' ice
I pocket pipe
Corner pocket goin' down we gon' be there tonight
It's wall-to-wall
Killers and dogs
Niggas actin' crazy they ready to ball
They shoutin' at 'Nolia, shoutin' at Melph
Shoutin' at Yo, everybody to the south
They shoutin' at 'Nolia, shoutin' at Melph
They shoutin' at Yo, everybody to the south
See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit
You get outta line, we'll kill you quick
See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit
You get outta line we'll kill you quick
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Shorty, shit don't stop nigga, keep it real
Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Nigga, shit don't stop playa, keep it real
Look
Now who we?
The nigga ridin' top-down in the two-seat
You see more diamonds than they got on Blue Streak
You know it's Lil' Wheezy goin' off
Slim and Baby bought him somethin' new he showin' off
I will buy Bentley body real wide
Sixteen with no license still drive
That's a wild fella
Watch your wife I'll sell her
I'm up in the 2000 Kompressor loud yellow
Dubs on skinnies yeah, killin' ya
Pop the hood, souped up with a twelve-cylinder
Niggas ridin' big body Benz stop it
I'll pull up next to 'em in a Lam' top this
I know they be like, "Man, them boys got to stay home"
Different color Hummers lookin' like a box of crayons
Open up the back sound got they damn head achin'
Me I'm in the back seat playin' a PlayStation
What
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Nigga, shit don't stop playa, keep it real
Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Wodie, shit don't stop we gon' keep it real
That remote hand it here
Trucks with chandeliers
He don't have America Online up in here
Lay it down when I park it
Iceberg carpet
Standin' 'cross the street sayin', "Watch me start this"
Excursion from thirty feet away
Lil' niggas go and say, "How the fuck he did that?"
"You heard where he live at?"
"Piranhas and iguanas marble and glass"
"The bottom of his swimmin' pool said, 'kiss my ass'"
Niggas motherfuck it
I take the St Bernard project and gut it
And make it into one big crib
And when you pass in separate ward, scream out
"That's where Mannie Fresh live"
Three-piece livin' room set in the back of the Caddy
Plus the alarm that say, "I love you, Daddy"
VCR nigga, please unhook it
Run the DVD when the satellite crooked
Honey, what you mean you ain't never seen
A big-screen in the back of the Navigator that's green?
Chromed-out amplifiers
Twenty-two inch tires
I don't want them I want the fiber optic wires
I'm so hot I'm responsible for forest fires
What?
How you love that
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Wodie, shit don't stop we gon' keep it real
Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Wodie, shit don't stop y'all keep it real
Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Shorty, shit don't stop let's keep it real
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Man, shit don't stop keep it real
Understand
We gon' keep this real
Goin' into 2001 on up to 3000
I'ma show Fresh, I ain't goin' nowhere
Without a doubt, playboy
I meant that shit
Ball 'til you fall
Believe that, nigga
They gon' clone my ass
It's gon' be
Huh? About eight of me, you see what I'm sayin'
Without a doubt they can't get rid of me
Feel that shit
And I'm gone
You can't kiss me, but you can kiss my chain
Without
You can kiss my watch
You can kiss my belt
You can kiss my shoes
But don't put your lips on me
It ain't like that
We gon' dip 'em platinum, playboy
Ah, good night
Dip one up
We gon' dip one up platinum
Right now
If y'all can see, you gon' see
Nothin' but a brown-skin nigga
Dip platinum
Grill platinum
Nothin' but ice
Nothin' but ice
Ice everywhere
Ten karats in my grill
And I keeps it real
How you love that nigga
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Sunday Night Lyrics as written by Casey Collins Bryan Williams
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