Change the Game
DJ Kurupt Lyrics
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uh, bounce, uh, bounce
uh, bounce, uh,
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
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
Uh, uh, uh-huh-uh-uh, uh
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
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 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
Don't change the game for these hoes
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 hoes
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 hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
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!
The song "Change The Game" by DJ Kurupt is an upbeat rap song that features various artists from Roc-a-Fella records such as Memphis Bleek, Beanie Sigel, and Jay-Z. The lyrics in the song contain numerous references to the wealth and power of the artists, with a focus on their roles in the music industry. The chorus "Don't change the game for these hoes/Who plays the game like we supposed" suggests that the artists do not believe they should alter their behavior or style to please others in the industry.
The first verse features Beanie Sigel, who boasts about his ability to push back someone's wig if necessary. Memphis Bleek enters next, stating that he is still present in the music industry and continues to rap and smoke. Jay-Z's verse comes next, where he introduces himself as a Cristal sipper with a flashy lifestyle. He discusses his upcoming name change, although at the time the song was released, he did not officially change his name to Jay Peso. Jay-Z references his expensive Yamaha motorcycle and mentions he always carries a gun.
Line by Line Meaning
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
Take it easy, clear your thoughts and enjoy the moment
You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
You are now hanging out with the tough guys from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Sigel Sigel is present and ready to show up
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Be prepared to get knocked out by someone who can punch hard
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
I'm still around, still making moves, still smoking weed
Young Hova in the house, Jigga! Yeah
I, Young Hova (Jay-Z), am present and ready to party
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
I drink Cristal, wear expensive watches, and show off jewelry
Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
Don't forget about the sharp knives we use for cutting things
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
We are the Roc and we are the best, no one can top us
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
I am considering changing my name to Jay Peso
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
I am cruising on a Yamaha motorcycle, revving up the engine and having fun
Who that, Mac?
Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin
Who is that approaching? Oh, that's Memphis Bleek
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla)
Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
I have a gun on my lap, a woman on my back, and I am smoking weed
Holla if you want drama with
The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and
Sigel, Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Speak up if you want to start something with The Dynasty (our group), including Amil, Bleek, Jigga, and Sigel, and don't forget that I have a Desert Eagle pistol
Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
It's unlikely that you'll catch me without a gun, and I hide the gun under my white undershirt
We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air
We can smoke weed here, so let's light up and enjoy
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
Don't alter the rules to please women who don't play the game right
I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I wear more jewelry than anyone at The Source or Soul Train, and no one will dare approach me
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
I'm not making a comeback, I'm still on top of the rap game, what are you talking about?
Please repeat after me, there's only one rule
I will not, lose!
I only have one rule: never lose
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Written by: BERNIE WORRELL, RICARDO THOMAS, DWIGHT GRANT, GEORGE CLINTON, SHAWN C CARTER, RICARDO EMMANUEL BROWN JR, DELMAR ARNAUD, WILLIAM EARL COLLINS
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