מילים לשיר Change The Game – Jay-Z

JayUhh, 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 RSigel Sigel in the house (Beanie Sigel)
UhGet your wig pushed back by the wig push
(JayUhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house (Memphis Bleek)
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff
(JayUh, uhh, uhYoung Hova in the house. Jigga! Yeah
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter 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?
JayBut 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
{Who that, Mac? (Beanie Sigel)
Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin (Memphis Bleek)
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 (OOHolla if you want drama with (JayThe Dynasty, Amil, Bleek, Jigga and. (Beanie Sigel)
Sigel Roc ears, RocMe without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
ThreeGot 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 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 (singer)
Don't change the game for these hoes
who plays the game like we supposed (JaySigel Sigel in the house (Beanie Sigel)
UhGet your wig pushed back by the wig push
(singer)
Don't change the game for these hoes
who plays the game like we supposed (JayMemph Bleek in the house (Memphis Bleek)
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff
(singer)
Don't change the game for these hoes
who plays the game like we supposed (JayYoung Hova in the house. Jigga!
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter 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 fourSpray 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 (uhExBallin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
Please repeat after me I WILL NOT, LOSE.