@[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.
Somebody call the slick police
Capitol W, ha
Weezy Baby
This is Tha Carter, man
Rim low, all I can see is the flow, now let's go
Roger, you're banging 'em in the
Roger, I say, you're bangin 'em in the
Roger, I say you're banging 'em in the head wit this one, cut
Weezy, Weez, say, guard your face, bitch
Weezy say, guard your neck, bitch
Weezy Baby, this is Tha Carter, haha
I move it from a eighth to a slab, from a slab to a quarter
From a quarter to a half, from a half to a hard one
You do the math, it's a horror
While I be on the ave getting off one, nineteen for a soft one
Bricks, I loft 'em, catch him, they hot
If I catch you without my scratch, I'm stretching you out
If you catch me without the burner, burn me
I beg of you, shoot off the leg of you and kick you in the ass
I'm dying of doom, I say I'm sick with cash
These eyes are real, see straight through your liquid ass
You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face, she thick with ass
Get slick-slick, I click-click, blast on your bitch ass
Sqad Up shit, click or smash on your bitch ass
Smash on your bitch ass
Now pick the grass up out your ass and the caps out your cap, ayy
Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em
Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? (bang him in the head, whoa)
Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em
Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah
Hustle, boy, sell a nick to your moms
I'll sell a brick out your house
I'll sell a brick to a house, nigga
I'll send a clip to your mouth, back of the gun to your nose
Front of the gun to your clothes, I let it rip then I bounce
Lights off, young Teddy Pender is out
Mask on, scare the fuck out ya but your ass grown
I wasn't born with no silver spoon
But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon, whoa
Tomb sittin' in your room, sing for me
But if you don't give me no tune, the semi go, "Boom"
But if you don't hear me though, fool, the semi go, "Boom"
I'm tryin' to make moves but they give me no room
I takes my space, I blaze the haze, take your babe to space
She give me major face, I sung Amazing Grace
I was once lost, but now I'm found
Full of them pounds is how I'm found, ayy
Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em
Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? (bang him in the head, whoa)
Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em
Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the head, whoa
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the face, whoa
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the neck, whoa
Rim low, all I can see is the flow, now let's go
I know how to cook, so I buy it soft
I also sell it soft depending the cost
You know that's shells they toss, defendin' they boss
They wipes 'em well across your dentures like floss
You know I, I smell your talk
And I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far
Y'all niggas better gear up for the coming of the boy
From a young'n to a boy to young boy boy
I dump toys boy at your punk boy toys
Take the pump out the trunk, take a chunk out a chump
Baby, what have I done, I've created a monster
Weezy Baby, the gangster, no wankster
Hell no, I smell y'all
Didn't know Jam Master well, but I rocks wit my shells on
And the block still a hell zone
Get a helmet for you and your gal's dome I suggest, ayy
Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em
Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? (bang him in the head, whoa)
Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em
Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the head, whoa
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the face, whoa
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the neck, whoa
Rim low, all I can see is the flow, now let's go
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the head, whoa
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the face, whoa
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the neck, whoa
Rim low, all I can see is your ho, now let's go
Capitol W, ha
Weezy Baby
This is Tha Carter, man
Rim low, all I can see is the flow, now let's go
Roger, you're banging 'em in the
Roger, I say, you're bangin 'em in the
Roger, I say you're banging 'em in the head wit this one, cut
Weezy, Weez, say, guard your face, bitch
Weezy say, guard your neck, bitch
Weezy Baby, this is Tha Carter, haha
I move it from a eighth to a slab, from a slab to a quarter
From a quarter to a half, from a half to a hard one
You do the math, it's a horror
While I be on the ave getting off one, nineteen for a soft one
Bricks, I loft 'em, catch him, they hot
If I catch you without my scratch, I'm stretching you out
If you catch me without the burner, burn me
I beg of you, shoot off the leg of you and kick you in the ass
I'm dying of doom, I say I'm sick with cash
These eyes are real, see straight through your liquid ass
You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face, she thick with ass
Get slick-slick, I click-click, blast on your bitch ass
Sqad Up shit, click or smash on your bitch ass
Smash on your bitch ass
Now pick the grass up out your ass and the caps out your cap, ayy
Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em
Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? (bang him in the head, whoa)
Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em
Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah
Hustle, boy, sell a nick to your moms
I'll sell a brick out your house
I'll sell a brick to a house, nigga
I'll send a clip to your mouth, back of the gun to your nose
Front of the gun to your clothes, I let it rip then I bounce
Lights off, young Teddy Pender is out
Mask on, scare the fuck out ya but your ass grown
I wasn't born with no silver spoon
But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon, whoa
Tomb sittin' in your room, sing for me
But if you don't give me no tune, the semi go, "Boom"
But if you don't hear me though, fool, the semi go, "Boom"
I'm tryin' to make moves but they give me no room
I takes my space, I blaze the haze, take your babe to space
She give me major face, I sung Amazing Grace
I was once lost, but now I'm found
Full of them pounds is how I'm found, ayy
Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em
Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? (bang him in the head, whoa)
Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em
Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the head, whoa
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the face, whoa
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the neck, whoa
Rim low, all I can see is the flow, now let's go
I know how to cook, so I buy it soft
I also sell it soft depending the cost
You know that's shells they toss, defendin' they boss
They wipes 'em well across your dentures like floss
You know I, I smell your talk
And I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far
Y'all niggas better gear up for the coming of the boy
From a young'n to a boy to young boy boy
I dump toys boy at your punk boy toys
Take the pump out the trunk, take a chunk out a chump
Baby, what have I done, I've created a monster
Weezy Baby, the gangster, no wankster
Hell no, I smell y'all
Didn't know Jam Master well, but I rocks wit my shells on
And the block still a hell zone
Get a helmet for you and your gal's dome I suggest, ayy
Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em
Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? (bang him in the head, whoa)
Who gon' fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em
Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the head, whoa
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the face, whoa
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the neck, whoa
Rim low, all I can see is the flow, now let's go
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the head, whoa
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the face, whoa
Oh, oh, bang 'em in the neck, whoa
Rim low, all I can see is your ho, now let's go
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Who Wanna Lyrics as written by Dwayne Michael Carter Roger D. Dickerson
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