@[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.
The sound of revenge haha
Woo tell em what it is mayne (Tell em what it is)
Welcome to the New World Order
Atlanta Georgia Houston Texas
The south is officially taking over (He already know)
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's over)
You better tell em
I got drinks that stand on top
Try and stop (Pop pop pop)
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's over)
You better tell em
I got drinks that stand on top
Try and stop (Pop pop pop)
It's the mister fo fifth told em
Cooking coke with baking soda
Dub roller pro smoker
Wood gripper pistol whipper
Muck a nigga if he figure
Fucking with my figures
Makes him richer he should know
Instead it'll make him better than a slimy fucking with my money
Get yo money stacked right outta sunday school
On a bright and sunny Sunday
This ain't funny
I ain't joking bout my coke and package come up shorter
Might kidnap yo wife and daughter
Bury them down deep in Georgia
No D A's a fucking lawyer prosecuting witnesses
We exciting start the shooting start the looking
Start the violence start a riot
Get this motherfucker crunker crunk as you can get it
Pass that dro I'm a hit it
Outta line we gon spit it
Spit it vivid cause I live it
You don't walk it you just talk it
Pistol toting and a loading
That's how smoking got this dope
And I ain't hoping steady slanging
Right on yo trapper block
Try your trap set up shop
Try and stop (Pop pop pop)
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's over)
You betta tell em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop (Pop pop pop)
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's over)
You betta tell em
I got drinks that stand on top
Try and stop (Pop pop pop)
Hey hey this ain't about an image
This ain't about a gimmick
Pussy stand to the side
Now the game got a menace.
I damn seen a city that I think is not the realest
We bumming on his ass
He ain't finishing his sentence
I only got a minute
I feeling about a digit
You looking at a nigga like I ain't about to get it
I'm looking at the money like I ain't about to finish
You need to mind your business
If you ain't about your business
I'm a H-town soldier
I'm a come with the trunk up yeah I'm a gone remind ya
If you ain't getting it you shoulda told ya father
Nigga Chamillionaire never show no problems
You don't want no problem (Problem)
Get em g'ed shoulda let the fo fo remind em
Ya you tip on the ride em
I be riding fo fos on the door beside em
6 6 tall looking like he a center
Tear tatoos looking like he a killer
Skinny ass niggas don't fight with a nigga
Pull out a billfold put a price on a nigga
I have this camp fo put a knife in a nigga
From the car to his pocket then right in your liver
Was a big boy that put a slice in the middle
Ya head fast think you hold a mike with the killer
Don't mess with the south homie that's a dream
Hallucinate or imagining so
Double XL with the gats I mean
Keep somethin ready to blow in the magazine
And you know that southern cash is mean
Franklins frown for me when I stash my cream
Pull up in candy paint that match my green
Killer pastor and Koopa are the master machine
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's over)
You better tell em
I got drinks that stand on top
Try and stop (Pop pop pop)
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's over)
You better tell em
I got drinks that stand on top
Try and stop (Pop pop pop)
Y'all know me it's PT
Well I un huh and all of that
Black on black with black tip
I can't help but represent.
I'm not content I want more
Who the fuck you take me for
Studio rappers not the fortay
Drop my top and bust my AK
No more play in G A
Yeah that's a classic
Riding in the classic
Toting me a classic
Send em to the casket
Send em to the morgue
Slap me a nigga cause I'm motherfucking bored
Chamillionaire I camoflouge in my surrounding
Get my desert E's and get to motherfucking pounding
Up and down the streets
Throwing heat out the driver's seat
Riding to the beat
Tell them nigga just lay weak
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's over)
You better tell em
I got drinks that stand on top
Try and stop (Pop pop pop)
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's over)
You better tell em
I got drinks that stand on top
Try and stop (Pop pop pop)
Conversation
Woo tell em what it is mayne (Tell em what it is)
Welcome to the New World Order
Atlanta Georgia Houston Texas
The south is officially taking over (He already know)
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's over)
You better tell em
I got drinks that stand on top
Try and stop (Pop pop pop)
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's over)
You better tell em
I got drinks that stand on top
Try and stop (Pop pop pop)
It's the mister fo fifth told em
Cooking coke with baking soda
Dub roller pro smoker
Wood gripper pistol whipper
Muck a nigga if he figure
Fucking with my figures
Makes him richer he should know
Instead it'll make him better than a slimy fucking with my money
Get yo money stacked right outta sunday school
On a bright and sunny Sunday
This ain't funny
I ain't joking bout my coke and package come up shorter
Might kidnap yo wife and daughter
Bury them down deep in Georgia
No D A's a fucking lawyer prosecuting witnesses
We exciting start the shooting start the looking
Start the violence start a riot
Get this motherfucker crunker crunk as you can get it
Pass that dro I'm a hit it
Outta line we gon spit it
Spit it vivid cause I live it
You don't walk it you just talk it
Pistol toting and a loading
That's how smoking got this dope
And I ain't hoping steady slanging
Right on yo trapper block
Try your trap set up shop
Try and stop (Pop pop pop)
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's over)
You betta tell em
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop (Pop pop pop)
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's over)
You betta tell em
I got drinks that stand on top
Try and stop (Pop pop pop)
Hey hey this ain't about an image
This ain't about a gimmick
Pussy stand to the side
Now the game got a menace.
I damn seen a city that I think is not the realest
We bumming on his ass
He ain't finishing his sentence
I only got a minute
I feeling about a digit
You looking at a nigga like I ain't about to get it
I'm looking at the money like I ain't about to finish
You need to mind your business
If you ain't about your business
I'm a H-town soldier
I'm a come with the trunk up yeah I'm a gone remind ya
If you ain't getting it you shoulda told ya father
Nigga Chamillionaire never show no problems
You don't want no problem (Problem)
Get em g'ed shoulda let the fo fo remind em
Ya you tip on the ride em
I be riding fo fos on the door beside em
6 6 tall looking like he a center
Tear tatoos looking like he a killer
Skinny ass niggas don't fight with a nigga
Pull out a billfold put a price on a nigga
I have this camp fo put a knife in a nigga
From the car to his pocket then right in your liver
Was a big boy that put a slice in the middle
Ya head fast think you hold a mike with the killer
Don't mess with the south homie that's a dream
Hallucinate or imagining so
Double XL with the gats I mean
Keep somethin ready to blow in the magazine
And you know that southern cash is mean
Franklins frown for me when I stash my cream
Pull up in candy paint that match my green
Killer pastor and Koopa are the master machine
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's over)
You better tell em
I got drinks that stand on top
Try and stop (Pop pop pop)
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's over)
You better tell em
I got drinks that stand on top
Try and stop (Pop pop pop)
Y'all know me it's PT
Well I un huh and all of that
Black on black with black tip
I can't help but represent.
I'm not content I want more
Who the fuck you take me for
Studio rappers not the fortay
Drop my top and bust my AK
No more play in G A
Yeah that's a classic
Riding in the classic
Toting me a classic
Send em to the casket
Send em to the morgue
Slap me a nigga cause I'm motherfucking bored
Chamillionaire I camoflouge in my surrounding
Get my desert E's and get to motherfucking pounding
Up and down the streets
Throwing heat out the driver's seat
Riding to the beat
Tell them nigga just lay weak
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's over)
You better tell em
I got drinks that stand on top
Try and stop (Pop pop pop)
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's over)
You better tell em
I got drinks that stand on top
Try and stop (Pop pop pop)
Conversation
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Southern Takeover [Album] Lyrics as written by Micah Troy Hakeem T. Seriki
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