Jay-Z - Change The Game Video
Jay-Z
Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh..
Im fuckin gay and suck my cock bitches
You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Get your wig pushe
Jay-Z
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house
Memphis Bleek
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff beeatch!
Jay-Z
Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Young 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?
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?
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 (OO-WEE!)
Holla if you want drama with
Jay-Z
The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and..
Beanie Sigel
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'
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
Give 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
Jay-Z
Sigel Sigel in the house
Beanie Sigel
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
singer
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
Jay-Z
Memph Bleek in the house
Memphis Bleek
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff beeatch!
singer
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
Jay-Z
Young 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 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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