paroles de chanson Change The Game - Beanie Sigel , JAY Z , Memphis Bleek
Uhh,
uhh,
uhh,
let's
go
Uhh,
bounce,
uhh,
bounce
Uhh,
bounce,
uhh.
Shit
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
Uh-huh,
sick
bastard
Get
your
wig
pushed
back
by
the
wig
push-backer
Uhh,
uhh,
Memph
Bleek
in
the
house
Still
here,
never
left
Still
bust,
more
or
less,
still
puff
- beeatch!
Uh,
uhh,
uh-huh-uh-UHH,
uhh
Young
Hova
in
the
house.
Jigga!
Yeah
Crist'
sipper,
six
dipper,
wrist
splitter
nigga!
. hold
up
love
Everytime
you
see
Jigga
Man
I'm
rollin
on
dubs
Don't
forget
about
them
blades
shit
choppin
it
up
It's
the
motherfuckin
Roc
bitch,
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
Throwin
it
up
like
liquor
on
an
empty
stomach
{cycle
whizzes
by}
Y'all
don't
hear
nuttin?
Who
that,
Mac?
Nah
dawg,
that's
M.
Bleek
comin
Who
the
FLUCK,
want,
what?
Catch
Bleek
in
South
Beach
out
of
the
reach
of
the
police
Gat
on
my
lap
(yeah)
bitch
on
my
back
(holla)
Yak
in
my
pocket,
smokin
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
ears,
Roc-Wears,
bandannas
and
white
tees
Me
without
a
gun
dawg,
unlikely
You
know
I
keep
the
heat
right
under
the
wifebeat'
Three-X-T,
I'm
Lincoln
now,
you
can't
see
the
pound
Got
a
little
gut
so
gat
sit
tucked
(fuck)
I
run
wild,
gun
high,
L.A.
style
Bang
the
roscoe
to
the
sunrise,
plus
I
stay
dumb
high
Whether
block
shit
or
rock
shit
Club
shit
or
drug
shit,
I
pop
shit
I
got
shit
Get
Sig'
any
track
I'ma
spit
the
talk
to
it
Down
South
all
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
folks
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
folks
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
folks
who
plays
the
game
like
we
supposed
Young
Hova
in
the
house.
Jigga!
Crist'
sipper,
six
dipper,
wrist
splitter
nigga!
I
wear
more
bling
to
The
Source
and
Soul
Train's
More
chains
than
rings,
niggaz
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
fuck
took
it
from
me
Fourth
album
still
Jay
still
spittin
that
real
shit
Volume
3 still
sold
more
records
than
Will
Smith
Can't
call
this
a
comeback,
I
run
rap,
the
fuck
is
y'all
sayin?
Five
million
I
done
that,
and
I
come
back,
to
do
it
again
(uh-huh)
Ex-sinner,
Grammy
award
winner
Ballin
repeatedly,
highlights
on
Sportscenter
Please
repeat
after
me
- there's
only
one
rule
I
WILL
NOT,
LOSE!
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