Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Change The Game, artist - DJ Clue. Album song The Professional 2, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Change The Game |
| 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 |
| 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! |