@[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.
Shit is about to get real serious
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz, check it out
Yo it's like tic tac toe
The god is back, make bitches say hoe
Blow shit, roast ya than down in Waco
Big foot raps nigga let's make dough
Pull up to the lot, valet the Range Rove
Flyer than a motherfucker, all day glow
In the club nigga glow in the dark and lay low
Bang your head to this shit, while the beat play slow
Junior varsity niggas while we play pro
Ringside seats we all in the same row
Like a crew of bitches pull up and dodge the ragos
And how we dazzle these bitches with how we change flows
We take your slot, how a bitch take half
And rock chains with pieces the size of spacecrafts
You know what I rep, that's Flipmode Squad!!
Wildin like a thousand niggas up in the wreck yard
[Chorus]
Calling all live niggas
Calling all live bitches
Oh oh
Yes I hold a pound for y'all
Say what?
Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all
Get money!!
Calling all live niggas
Calling all live bitches
Oh oh
Yes I hold a crown for y'all
Say what?
Flipmode put it down for y'all
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yo, the empire strikes back
Shit is official, street niggas fight back
The way we set it off even the bitches might black
Raunchy as fuck, even they like it like that
Busta Rhymes in this bitch you know I got another batch
More hotter shit nigga strike another match
Bang this shit in your truck, nigga open up the hatch
And hold on your jewels before your shit get snatched
Better lock your doors, slide across the latch
Before we figure out the next vic to catch
So much lyrics flowing to throw in a teacup
More crack for y'all we just reed up
Gutter like a piss test in a pee cup
Switch the bounce for the streets, had to change the speed up
Raw for the bitches who thick and beefed up
Strip a club, big titty bitches double D cup
We all up in the truck, what the fuck we treed up
Pure coke for niggas, get skeed up
Let me bang something hard on your head like Vince Carter
And charter jets for my niggas with automatic starters
Blow shit regular like the UniBomber
Surprise attack you niggas like fucking Pearl Harbor
Jailhouse raps, let it bang a little harder
While I rep for the fam, Busta Rhymes the godfather
[Chorus: x2]
So remarkable
Classic rugged nigga music
Big truck shit
20 inch rims on a UConn or something
A fucking Escalade, Navigator
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz, check it out
Yo it's like tic tac toe
The god is back, make bitches say hoe
Blow shit, roast ya than down in Waco
Big foot raps nigga let's make dough
Pull up to the lot, valet the Range Rove
Flyer than a motherfucker, all day glow
In the club nigga glow in the dark and lay low
Bang your head to this shit, while the beat play slow
Junior varsity niggas while we play pro
Ringside seats we all in the same row
Like a crew of bitches pull up and dodge the ragos
And how we dazzle these bitches with how we change flows
We take your slot, how a bitch take half
And rock chains with pieces the size of spacecrafts
You know what I rep, that's Flipmode Squad!!
Wildin like a thousand niggas up in the wreck yard
[Chorus]
Calling all live niggas
Calling all live bitches
Oh oh
Yes I hold a pound for y'all
Say what?
Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all
Get money!!
Calling all live niggas
Calling all live bitches
Oh oh
Yes I hold a crown for y'all
Say what?
Flipmode put it down for y'all
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yo, the empire strikes back
Shit is official, street niggas fight back
The way we set it off even the bitches might black
Raunchy as fuck, even they like it like that
Busta Rhymes in this bitch you know I got another batch
More hotter shit nigga strike another match
Bang this shit in your truck, nigga open up the hatch
And hold on your jewels before your shit get snatched
Better lock your doors, slide across the latch
Before we figure out the next vic to catch
So much lyrics flowing to throw in a teacup
More crack for y'all we just reed up
Gutter like a piss test in a pee cup
Switch the bounce for the streets, had to change the speed up
Raw for the bitches who thick and beefed up
Strip a club, big titty bitches double D cup
We all up in the truck, what the fuck we treed up
Pure coke for niggas, get skeed up
Let me bang something hard on your head like Vince Carter
And charter jets for my niggas with automatic starters
Blow shit regular like the UniBomber
Surprise attack you niggas like fucking Pearl Harbor
Jailhouse raps, let it bang a little harder
While I rep for the fam, Busta Rhymes the godfather
[Chorus: x2]
So remarkable
Classic rugged nigga music
Big truck shit
20 inch rims on a UConn or something
A fucking Escalade, Navigator
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We Put It Down for Y'all Lyrics as written by Kasseem Dean Busta Rhymes
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