Lloyd Banks - Change Lyrics
Yeaaaa..uhhhI Like The Way That SoundsUh Uh N-n-n-n-n-n-nooowwwCheck Check[verse 1]Nigga You Feelin Like A Frog When You JumpOne Leap Will Bring Ya From The Bar To The TrunkFrom The Trunk To The DumpIma Rain On Em, Put The Chump On A SlumpLike A Rib Shot, Thats What The Customers WantDont Ya?, This Aint Ya Typical StoryThefore I Dont Fall In The CategoryIm Cool, Calm And Collective, Yukon Or The LexisBlue Chronic For Breakfast, To Match With The NecklaceDimes All Way Down Till The Rats Wanna Check ThisReckless, Born Treacherous, Sworn SpecialistEspecially, If Ya Rest Next To MeNigga Come Testin Me Youll Get The Gun RecipeThese Old Niggas Want The New Born SoundActin Like They Dont Know Who Hold New York DownYea I Use To Buy Knicks, Ten Years LaterNow Im Super Fly Slick Without A Roof On My Whip, ShitI Slip 100 Proof Till Im RippedAnd Wave At The Haters, Got Em Root Canal SickTell Me You Niggas Like To Make A Scene So The Lamas CloseThat Kind Of Shit Dont Fly Like Mama JokesWe Got Em Long, Short, All Kind Of ToastBoy I Done Left Shit Trails All Around The CoastTo Places You Gettin 'round By BoatI Get A Pound, I Smoke, I Put It Down, Im DopeIm On Scope When I Pass The Block, I Make Traffic StopA Product Of Everything That Made The Apple RottThis Apple Jacks, Way Long Before The Platnium PlaquesThe Pro-tools And The WaxTake A Step Back Before Ya Catch A ContactThe Flow's Like A M-16 Wit The Arm StrappedIma Bomb On These Niggas Till They Cant Bomb BackThe Hiroshima Demeanor, Microphone Crack[chorus]Alot Of Shit Has Changed Since I CameYall Done Came Around Here *****in Up The GameTherefore I Aint Servin Nuttin But The PainYou Playin, Im Hungier Than A Motha*****a ManRob A Store Before You Walk Around PoorCause You Aint Gettin From Me You Grown BoyYou Fuelin Up My Fire When You HateSo Ima Lean On You Till You Make A MistakeI Cant Wait[verse 2]And To The Curtains CloseIts Just Me, The Tooly, And Them Purple O's,Endo Overload, Drive Like I Own The RoadsThese Niggas Is Puss, Thats Why My Shoulders ColdMac By The Toilet BowlIm Ridin Filthy In The BeamerCause I Can Have Lima And A Colina Bring It To A MisdemeanorYou Drown In Deep WaterEvery Nigga Around Come From The Street CornerWhere You Need Your Heat On YaIm On Recline While My Next Cd ClimbSouth Side Greedy Dine, Red Wine, Db 9Nypd Grind, Why?, It Aint A Easy GrindA Nigga Try To Get Mine Ima Feed Him NineAnd Its Graffiti Time, Niggas Sprayin Your MuralFor Tryin To Be A Mutha*****in HeroIm Fresh, Fly And Flashy, Best Guy If You Ask MeJet By On Em Nasty, Nigga You In A TaxiI Cant Wait[chorus]Alot Of Shit Has Changed Since I CameYall Done Came Around Here *****in Up The GameTherefore I Aint Servin Nuttin But The PainYou Playin, Im Hungier Than A Motha*****a ManRob A Store Before You Walk Around PoorCause You Aint Gettin From Me You Grown BoyYou Fuelin Up My Fire When You HateSo Ima Lean On You Till You Make A MistakeI Cant WaitHa Ha HaaaaaaaaaaaaYeaaa, Ugh, Ggggg-unitBoyyyyyyyyyyyy
