Jay-Z - Change The Game Lyrics
[jay-z]Uhh, uhh, uhh, lets goUhh, bounce, uhh, bounceUhh, bounce, uhh..Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be freeYoure now rollin with them thugs from the r-o-cSigel sigel in the house[beanie sigel]Uh-huh, sick bastardGet your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer[jay-z]Uhh, uhh, memph bleek in the house[memphis bleek]Still here, never leftStill bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch![jay-z]Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhhYoung hova in the house.. jigga! yeahCrist sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!.. hold up loveEverytime you see jigga man Im rollin on dubsDont forget about them blades shit choppin it upIts the mother*****in roc *****, who hotter than us?Jay-hov, bout to change my name to jay pesoBut in the meantime, call me william h. thoughOn the platinum yamaha, got the engine gunninThrowin it up like liquor on an empty stomach{*cycle whizzes by*} yall dont hear nuttin?Who that, mac?[beanie sigel]Nah dawg, thats m. bleek comin[memphis bleek]Who the fluck, want, what?Catch bleek in south beach out of the reach of the policeGat on my lap (yeah) ***** on my back (holla)Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (oo-wee!)Holla if you want drama with[jay-z]The dynasty; amil, bleek, jigga and..[beanie sigel]Sigel - desert eagle dawg, who else but me?Roc ears, roc-wears, bandannas and white teesMe without a gun dawg, unlikelyYou know I keep the heat right under the wifebeatThree-x-t, Im lincoln now, you cant see the poundGot a little gut so gat sit tucked (*****)I run wild, gun high, l.a. styleBang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb highWhether block shit or rock shitClub shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shitGet sig any track ima spit the talk to itDown south gon bounce crips gon walk to itGet a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to itEvery dawg, every blood in the hood, bark to itGet the ounce, get the woods, everybody spark to itWe can smoke in here, put the choke in the air[singer]Dont change the game for these hoesWho plays the game like we supposed[jay-z]Sigel sigel in the house[beanie sigel]Uh-huh, sick bastardGet your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer[singer]Dont change the game for these hoesWho plays the game like we supposed[jay-z]Memph bleek in the house[memphis bleek]Still here, never leftStill bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch![singer]Dont change the game for these hoesWho plays the game like we supposed[jay-z]Young hova in the house.. jigga!Crist sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!I wear more bling to the source and soul trainsMore chains than rings, niggaz wont do a thingI bangs the four-four in plain, daylight Im derangedSpray right at your brain; by the way this is hovOne shot dillinger, one shot killin yaIts only one roc la familiaSigel lock philly up, brooklyn is meMatter of fact, the east coast ***** took it from meFourth album still jay still spittin that real shitVolume 3 still sold more records than will smithCant call this a comeback, I run rap, the ***** is yall sayin?Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)Ex-sinner, grammy award winnerBallin repeatedly, highlights on sportscenterPlease repeat after me - theres only one ruleI will not, lose!
