@[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.
I've been this way and I can't stop (ah)
Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no)
Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no)
It ain't 'cause I want to it's 'cause I got-ta
Get it Crip while the gettin' is good
Before the game is ten percent skill and ninety percent Hollywood
I don't need that, I don't believe that
E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt
I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game
Nah! I'ma evolve continue to change
It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on
And keep it on, we keepin 'it movin', to each his own
So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it
I'm just bein' real about it, X get hot nigga forget about it
Speech don't fail me now
Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down
(We) back on line (we) came to ride
(We) deal (we) stack (we) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (until) we die
And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough
Above the rest, accept no less
Go ahead, check the game, be my guest
Somethin' brand new and heavy to get off my chest
Win time after time 'til there ain't none left
Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work
I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt
Everybody and anybody who come to my party
Like they ready to get rowdy and touch somebody
Who's that nigga y'all came to see? "X!"
Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!"
What's next, collect respect like paychecks
Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex
What do you believe in? I believe in
Seizin' the moment, livin' and dyin' to spit with a vengeance
Here for redemption - been around forever
Y'all cats were just too blind to listen
(We) back on line (we) came to ride
(We) deal (we) stack (we) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (until) we die
And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough
It ain't my fault We keep droppin hits
And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch
It ain't shit changed We gon' bang like this
And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit
I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents
I'm sick with my sixth sense
What up Doc? I'm gettin' down to business
Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district
Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it
Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the
Next man, it's the X Man rollin'
Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin'
Make mine Golden, permanent State issue
Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu
Long range missile, if we got issues
I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you
I'ma keep swingin' 'til the medics come get you
We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through
Peep the design from the mastermind
Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time!
(We) back on line (we) came to ride
(We) deal (we) stack (we) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (until) we die
And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough
(We) back on line (we) came to ride
(We) deal (we) stack (we) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (until) we die
And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough
Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no)
Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no)
It ain't 'cause I want to it's 'cause I got-ta
Get it Crip while the gettin' is good
Before the game is ten percent skill and ninety percent Hollywood
I don't need that, I don't believe that
E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt
I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game
Nah! I'ma evolve continue to change
It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on
And keep it on, we keepin 'it movin', to each his own
So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it
I'm just bein' real about it, X get hot nigga forget about it
Speech don't fail me now
Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down
(We) back on line (we) came to ride
(We) deal (we) stack (we) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (until) we die
And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough
Above the rest, accept no less
Go ahead, check the game, be my guest
Somethin' brand new and heavy to get off my chest
Win time after time 'til there ain't none left
Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work
I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt
Everybody and anybody who come to my party
Like they ready to get rowdy and touch somebody
Who's that nigga y'all came to see? "X!"
Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!"
What's next, collect respect like paychecks
Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex
What do you believe in? I believe in
Seizin' the moment, livin' and dyin' to spit with a vengeance
Here for redemption - been around forever
Y'all cats were just too blind to listen
(We) back on line (we) came to ride
(We) deal (we) stack (we) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (until) we die
And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough
It ain't my fault We keep droppin hits
And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch
It ain't shit changed We gon' bang like this
And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit
I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents
I'm sick with my sixth sense
What up Doc? I'm gettin' down to business
Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district
Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it
Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the
Next man, it's the X Man rollin'
Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin'
Make mine Golden, permanent State issue
Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu
Long range missile, if we got issues
I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you
I'ma keep swingin' 'til the medics come get you
We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through
Peep the design from the mastermind
Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time!
(We) back on line (we) came to ride
(We) deal (we) stack (we) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (until) we die
And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough
(We) back on line (we) came to ride
(We) deal (we) stack (we) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (until) we die
And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough
Lyrics submitted by NikeThug86
Multiply Lyrics as written by Denaun M Porter Alvin Joyner
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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