Change The Game (Explicit)
Jay-Z"Change The Game (Explicit)" is a song by Jay-Z, released in 2000 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:06 long and contains 77 lines and 593 words.
Lyrics
0:00Change The Game - Jay-Z (傑斯)
0:03Uhh uhh uhh let's go
0:06Uhh bounce uhh bounce
0:11Uhh bounce uhh
0:15Sh*t relax your mind let your conscience be free
0:17You're now rollin with them thugs from the r o c
0:20Sigel sigel in the house
0:21Sick bastard
0:23Get your wig pushed back by the wig push backer
0:25Memph Bleek in the house
0:26Still here never left
0:27Still bust more or less still puff beeatch
0:30Young Hova in the house Jigga yeah
0:33Crist sipper six dipper wrist glitter ni**a
0:36Hold up love
0:37Everytime you see Jigga man I'm rollin on dubs
0:40Don't forget about them blades sh*t choppin it up
0:42It's the motherf**kin Roc b**ch who hotter than us
0:45Jay Hov bout to change my name to Jay Peso
0:48But in the meantime call me William H though
0:50On the platinum Yamaha got the engine gunnin
0:53Throwing it up like liquor on an empty stomach
0:57Y'all don't hear nuttin'
0:58Who that Mac
0:59Nah dawg that's Mr. Bleek coming
1:01Who the f**k want what
1:02Catch Bleek in south beach out of the reach of the police
1:06Gat on my lap yeah b**ch on my back holla
1:08Yak in my pocket smoking the sticky chocolate oo wee
1:11Holla if you want drama with
1:13The Dynasty Amil Bleek Jigga and
1:16Sigel Desert Eagle dawg who else but me
1:18Roc Airs Roc Wears bandannas and white tees
1:21Me without a gun dawg unlikely
1:23You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat
1:263 and tee I'm lincoln now you can't see the pound
1:28Got a little gut so gat sit tucked f**k
1:31I run wild gun high l a style
1:33Bang the roscoe to the sunrise plus I stay dumb high
1:36Whether block sh*t or rock sh*t
1:38Club sh*t or drug sh*t I pop sh*t I got sh*t
1:41Get sig any track I'm a spit the talk to it
1:44Down south gon bounce crips gon walk to it
1:46Get a ounce get a woods everybody spark to it
1:49Every dawg every blood in the hood bark to it
1:51Get the ounce get the woods everybody spark to it
1:53We can smoke in here put the choke in the air
1:56Don't change the game for these hoes
2:00Who plays the game like we supposed
2:02Sigel sigel in the house
2:03Uh huh sick bastard
2:04Get your wig pushed back by the wig push backer
2:07Don't change the game for these hoes
2:09Who plays the game like we supposed
2:11Memph bleek in the house
2:13Still here never left
2:14Still bust more or less still puff beeatch
2:17Don't change the game for these hoes
2:19Who plays the game like we supposed
2:22Young Hova in the house Jigga
2:25Crist sipper six dipper wrist glitter ni**a
2:27I wear more bling to the source and soul train's
2:29More chains than rings niggas won't do a thing
2:32I bangs the four four in plain daylight I'm deranged
2:35Spray right at your brain by the way this is Hov
2:37One shot Dillinger one shot Killin ya
2:40It's only one Roc La Familia
2:42Sigel lock Philly up Brooklyn is me
2:44Matter of fact the east coast who the f**k took it from me
2:47Fourth album still jay still spitting that real sh*t
2:49Volume 3 still sold more records than will smith
2:52Can't call this a comeback I run rap the f**k is y'all saying
2:54Five million I done that and I come back to do it again
2:58Ex sinner grammy award winner
3:00Balling repeatedly highlights on sportscenter
3:02Please repeat after me there's only one rule
3:06I will not lose
Change The Game - Jay-Z (傑斯) Uhh uhh uhh let's go Uhh bounce uhh bounce Uhh bounce uhh Sh*t relax your mind let your conscience be free You're now rollin with them thugs from the r o c Sigel sigel in the house Sick bastard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push backer Memph Bleek in the house Still here never left Still bust more or less still puff beeatch Young Hova in the house Jigga yeah Crist sipper six dipper wrist glitter ni**a Hold up love Everytime you see Jigga man I'm rollin on dubs Don't forget about them blades sh*t choppin it up It's the motherf**kin Roc b**ch who hotter than us Jay Hov bout to change my name to Jay Peso But in the meantime call me William H though On the platinum Yamaha got the engine gunnin Throwing it up like liquor on an empty stomach Y'all don't hear nuttin' Who that Mac Nah dawg that's Mr. Bleek coming Who the f**k want what Catch Bleek in south beach out of the reach of the police Gat on my lap yeah b**ch on my back holla Yak in my pocket smoking the sticky chocolate oo wee Holla if you want drama with The Dynasty Amil Bleek Jigga and Sigel Desert Eagle dawg who else but me Roc Airs Roc Wears bandannas and white tees Me without a gun dawg unlikely You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat 3 and tee I'm lincoln now you can't see the pound Got a little gut so gat sit tucked f**k I run wild gun high l a style Bang the roscoe to the sunrise plus I stay dumb high Whether block sh*t or rock sh*t Club sh*t or drug sh*t I pop sh*t I got sh*t Get sig any track I'm a spit the talk to it Down south gon bounce crips gon walk to it Get a ounce get a woods everybody spark to it Every dawg every blood in the hood bark to it Get the ounce get the woods everybody spark to it We can smoke in here put the choke in the air Don't change the game for these hoes Who plays the game like we supposed Sigel sigel in the house Uh huh sick bastard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push backer Don't change the game for these hoes Who plays the game like we supposed Memph bleek in the house Still here never left Still bust more or less still puff beeatch Don't change the game for these hoes Who plays the game like we supposed Young Hova in the house Jigga Crist sipper six dipper wrist glitter ni**a I wear more bling to the source and soul train's More chains than rings niggas won't do a thing I bangs the four four in plain daylight I'm deranged Spray right at your brain by the way this is Hov One shot Dillinger one shot Killin ya It's only one Roc La Familia Sigel lock Philly up Brooklyn is me Matter of fact the east coast who the f**k took it from me Fourth album still jay still spitting that real sh*t Volume 3 still sold more records than will smith Can't call this a comeback I run rap the f**k is y'all saying Five million I done that and I come back to do it again Ex sinner grammy award winner Balling repeatedly highlights on sportscenter Please repeat after me there's only one rule I will not lose
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