Holiday
P.A.T. Lowrenzo 4Tay & Absolute Big E Lyrics
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L-O-X nigga
It don't stop
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin
Motherfuckers
[Styles Paniro]
You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth
You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap
'Cause when these bullets hit yo' ass I'm like it's only a gat
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think he religious? Heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the Porsche or flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to get me this loot
And missin' a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no controllin' the wrist
And niggas leave the room when they hear the P flowin to Swizz
I'm an ignorant and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than why'all
If I left the gun home, I'ma give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife
[Chorus: Jadakiss and Styles]
Jadakiss: Uh huh, HOLIDAY
Styles: I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
J: HOLIDAY
S: And I don't care if I sell, why'all know what I sell
J: HOLIDAY
S: I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells
J: HOLIDAY
S: 'cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin a L
[Styles Paniro]
Yo..
I do it all for my niggas, even ride wit a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my last
It's a million dollar bail, I'ma get it in cash
I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the past
You know the P carry the gun, live in the Maz'
Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like Malibu and pineapple, fifties of hash
Hundreds of 'dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me right next to the dog
I'm Holiday Styles, and that's what the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin' jewels from the old timers, stashin the cards
But jail ain't part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale 'cause I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his casket cut
I don't deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double are now bitch you oughta know I'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke
[Chorus]
The lyrics of the song "Holiday" by P.A.T. Lowrenzo 4Tay & Absolute Big E are centered around gangsterism and the illegal drug trade. The song has a distinctive East Coast hip-hop sound, and the hard-hitting rhymes by Styles Paniro and Jadakiss make an impact in delivering the intended message of the song. The lyrics talk about the violent actions that the rapper is willing to take to protect his interests in the illegal drug trade. Styles Paniro talks about kidnapping, rape, and a violent death, and boasts about his ability to start fights and control his gun with ease.
In the chorus, the rappers use the word "holiday" to describe what they do, which is to sell drugs and commit other illegal activities. The lyrics give an insight into the life of gangsters, as the rapper describes the gritty details of his day-to-day life. He admits to living in the past and glorifies the drug trade, stating that he will get a million-dollar bail in cash.
Overall, the song is a portrayal of the harsh realities of gangsterism, which revolves around violence and illegal activities. It is not just about rapping, but it's also about the rapper's experiences in the streets, which he expresses through the lyrics.
Line by Line Meaning
You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth
I speak the truth and you should trust that.
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof
I am capable of causing great harm to those who cross me.
You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap
You might think this is just a song, but it's not.
'Cause when these bullets hit yo' ass I'm like it's only a gat
I am not afraid to use violence to get what I want.
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
I derive pleasure from inflicting harm on others and want to cause harm to you.
Think he religious? Heard he got shot in the cross
I have no regard for religion and if you cross me, you could end up dead.
When I squeeze ain't no controllin' the wrist
I have no self-control when it comes to violence and harming others.
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
I am a powerful figure in the streets and should be respected.
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than why'all
Despite my size, I am a dominant and imposing figure.
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord
I am a villainous figure and cannot offer any sort of salvation or redemption.
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife
I have a violent reputation and those close to me could also be in harm's way.
I don't care if I sell, why'all know what I sell
I will sell whatever I need to make money, regardless of the consequences.
I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells
I am skilled with firearms and can load them with ease.
'cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin a L
I am aware that my actions may not be morally right, but I still choose to engage in them.
I do it all for my niggas, even ride wit a bomb
I am fiercely loyal to my friends, and will go to extreme lengths to protect them.
Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I am willing to use force to obtain money and drugs.
I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the past
I am stuck in the past and refuse to move on from a life of crime and drugs.
But I'm good with ten million in the back of the car
Money is my motivation and I am willing to take great risks to obtain it.
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
I am aware of the consequences of my actions and am prepared to face them.
Double are now bitch you oughta know I'ma ghost
I am a powerful and elusive figure who cannot be easily caught or stopped.
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke
I am willing to destroy anyone or anything in my way to achieve my goals.
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ANTHONY ACAMPORA, ERIK STEFAN DEAN, STEPHEN PATRICK KILROY, STEPHEN JASON SMITH
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