Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Change the Game, artist - Sean Paul. Date of issue: 11.05.2006
Song language: English
Change the Game |
| Hey yo we flip the script now the game done changed |
| Dutty cup music drive dem insane |
| Worldwide, yard ain’t been the same |
| Jigzag zigular come bring the pain. |
| Hey yo Sean Paul… bad mind waan see you pop down and drop down |
| Step we a go step pon dem… tek onnu class… who a di real boss… ayyy! |
| Still blowin up stage shows, all over the globe |
| Make mi tell you this god knows. |
| It no matta who wah chat mouth, chat bout seandapaul an di dutty a no real |
| folks. |
| Cause wi still don’t love those… |
| Back bitters and dem wolf inna sheep clothes. |
| Still no love none a them hoes, still I got a lot fine ladies at my dispose. |
| Nothin’more need to disclose. |
| SP a di dapper, bless with the best metaphors. |
| Them caan test all we ill flows. |
| That why all the fake ones dem getting’exposed. |
| I’m laughin’at these Johncrows,…When them encroach, mi shot them with a fresh |
| dose. |
| Blow them up make them explode outta the cosmos, cause we a the utmost. |
| Cause we be keeping it live. |
| And we don’t be talking that jive. |
| Dutty blazin it overdrive, we nah back slide. |
| Cause we ever deh pon di campaign. |
| Non stop we riding this train. |
| Platinum plaques and all the fame… We change the game. |
| Dutty rock… got my back… rat-a-tat-tat-tat… |
| If a bwoy dis the fact we full them up a scatter shot. |
| Bullet weh we got a lot… We aimin’for your cataract. |
| We di gal dem follow here the flow and know a Dutty that… |
| Loogie Looge mi pon di track… Di gal them drop inna mi trap |
| Non stop stop… dem a get… from the kitty fox |
| Then dem woulda ask .tell dem quickly dutty got the machinery |
| To chill nothin’nice than change up them scenery |
| Believe me… me no like when guy pre me Especially when me under me greenery |
| Still I don’t know what dem hoes be thinkin' |
| A we dem hear? |
| out…I wonder if them drinkin' |
| Me no care who dem linkin’or who a the kingpin |
| A Bwoy better boogie when the infrared blinkin' |
| We have them line up and the shot dem sinkin' |
| Make them decompose and stinkin'…suuuuuuu! |
| We nah pay dem no mind so make them bwoy chat |
| Not a point of return there’s no lookin’back |
| With my eyes on me gold and me Henny to the top |
| And me got Sean Paul and a sell some plaque. |
| Dem no like that… So them come a huff up and a puff up And a gwaan like say dem waan bruk up the big up Dem no love we lifestyle but we still a live it up Sean say fi represent… so…we rep it up |
| What a pity dutty run the city lock up a titty |
| Gal a shake them ass and keepin’it jiggy |
| Take it back to basic… Tupac and Biggie… |
| And a watch old school joints on Rap City |
| Kickin back and relax and a blaze a ziggy… |
| And the first draw she take she start move giggly |
| Me haffi wonder if da gal ya come from Tripoli |
| Make her know this Jamaican is too muckily |