@[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.
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tight than a motherfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the motherfuckin' Compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my motherfuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing 'cause shit that she be doin' ain't shit
Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
That's real conversation for yo' ass
So recognize and pass to Daz
Now as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre in Eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough, up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin' with your homies and shit
And how my niggas kick the anthem like this, biatch
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
To the store, to get me a 4-0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the streets to Long Beach
Just so I could meet a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes, ha
But I'm from Tha Pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you trust a ho? (why?)
'Cause a ho's a trick
I don't love them tricks (why?)
'Cause a trick's a bitch
And my dick's constantly in her mouth
Turnin' them trick-ass hoes the fuck out, now
I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be all in them guts like every day
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a motherfucker lickin' the pearl tongue
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggas wouldn't trip wit' mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr. Dre
Scoop in a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some motherfuckin' chin checking
Move up the blocks as we groove up the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the Glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my ho, yo (bitches ain't shit)
I uncocked my shit, I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, fuck a bitch
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
(Bitches ain't shit) Ooh yeah, oh-oh-oh yeah
I don't give a fuck about a bitch (bitches ain't shit)
But I'll let her know that she can't fade this
'Cause I'm doing my own thing (bitches ain't shit)
Down with the swing (can't trust these hoes)
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing
I say you know can't deal (bitches ain't shit)
'Cause I'm a bitch that's real
Motherfuckers need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill (tell these motherfuckers)
Because I don't give a fuck (bitches ain't shit)
And I don't give a fuck
And I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
And now I gotta do some (tell these motherfuckers)
I gotta do some shit that's clean (bitches ain't shit)
But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean, ha
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That I'm on the flow, ho
But they can't hang with my type of swang (bitches ain't shit)
I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
With he tip of the tongue
And then they're sprung
And with their nuts hung (and with their nuts hung)
Bitches ain't shit (bitches ain't shit)
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tight than a motherfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the motherfuckin' Compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my motherfuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing 'cause shit that she be doin' ain't shit
Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
That's real conversation for yo' ass
So recognize and pass to Daz
Now as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre in Eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough, up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin' with your homies and shit
And how my niggas kick the anthem like this, biatch
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
To the store, to get me a 4-0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the streets to Long Beach
Just so I could meet a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes, ha
But I'm from Tha Pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you trust a ho? (why?)
'Cause a ho's a trick
I don't love them tricks (why?)
'Cause a trick's a bitch
And my dick's constantly in her mouth
Turnin' them trick-ass hoes the fuck out, now
I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be all in them guts like every day
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a motherfucker lickin' the pearl tongue
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggas wouldn't trip wit' mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr. Dre
Scoop in a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some motherfuckin' chin checking
Move up the blocks as we groove up the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the Glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my ho, yo (bitches ain't shit)
I uncocked my shit, I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, fuck a bitch
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
(Bitches ain't shit) Ooh yeah, oh-oh-oh yeah
I don't give a fuck about a bitch (bitches ain't shit)
But I'll let her know that she can't fade this
'Cause I'm doing my own thing (bitches ain't shit)
Down with the swing (can't trust these hoes)
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing
I say you know can't deal (bitches ain't shit)
'Cause I'm a bitch that's real
Motherfuckers need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill (tell these motherfuckers)
Because I don't give a fuck (bitches ain't shit)
And I don't give a fuck
And I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
And now I gotta do some (tell these motherfuckers)
I gotta do some shit that's clean (bitches ain't shit)
But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean, ha
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That I'm on the flow, ho
But they can't hang with my type of swang (bitches ain't shit)
I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
With he tip of the tongue
And then they're sprung
And with their nuts hung (and with their nuts hung)
Bitches ain't shit (bitches ain't shit)
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... Bitches AIN'T shit but hoes and tricks.He is so blunt sometimes (Pun Intended)