Change the Game
JAY Z Beanie Sigel Memphis Bleek Lyrics
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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
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 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 (ooh-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'mma 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, bitch!
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, niggas 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 Three 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!
"Change the Game" is a hip hop song by JAY Z, Beanie Sigel, and Memphis Bleek released in 2000. The song is about how the rappers from Roc-A-Fella Records are changing the game in the rap industry. The opening lines are an invitation to let loose and join these rebellious, free-thinking rappers from R-O-C. The track features each rapper boasting about their own skills, with some boasting about bling, guns, record sales, and achievements within the industry.
JAY Z is at the forefront of the song, rapping about how he is the Crist' sipper, six dipper, with glitter on his wrist, and how he is about to change his name to Jay Peso, but until then, everyone can call him William H. Memphis Bleek chimes in, letting everyone know that if they want drama with the Dynasty, they can find him in South Beach with a gun on his lap and a yak in his pocket. Beanie Sigel introduces himself as a sick bastard who will push your wig back. Together, they are unapologetically aggressive and confident, urging their listeners to join them in sparking it up to the beat.
Line by Line Meaning
Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
The song is about to start, let's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Bounce to the beat, feel the music
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
Keep bouncing to the beat
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
Take it easy, let go of your worries and have fun
You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
You're now hanging out with the tough guys from Roc-A-Fella Records
Sigel Sigel in the house
Beanie Sigel is here
Uh-huh, sick bastard
The singer is acknowledging that Sigel is a tough guy
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Sigel will push you back with such force that your wig will fall off
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house
Memphis Bleek is here
Still here, never left
Bleek has been around and hasn't gone anywhere
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
Bleek is still rapping, smoking, and having fun
Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh
The artist is getting hyped up
Young Hova in the house, Jigga! Yeah
Jay-Z is here and ready to rap
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
Jay-Z drinks Cristal champagne, wears expensive jewelry, and lives a lavish lifestyle
Hold up love
The singer wants to pause for a moment
Everytime you see Jigga Man, I'm rollin on dubs
Jay-Z drives a car with 20 inch rims
Don't forget about them blades, shit choppin it up
Jay-Z also has a car with sharp blades that can cut things
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Roc-A-Fella Records is the best and no one can beat them
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
Jay-Z is considering changing his name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H., though
For now, Jay-Z wants to be called William H.
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin'
Jay-Z rides a fast motorcycle
Throwin' it up like liquor on an empty stomach
Jay-Z is riding his motorcycle fast and having fun
Y'all don't hear nuttin'?
The singer is asking if anyone is paying attention
Who that, Mac?
The artist is asking who just walked in
Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin
The singer realizes that it's Memphis Bleek
Who the fluck, want, what?
The singer is asking if anyone wants to start trouble
Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police
If you're looking for Memphis Bleek, you'll find him in South Beach where the police can't touch him
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla)
Bleek has a gun in his lap and a woman on his back
Yak in my pocket, smokin' the sticky chocolate (ooh-wee!)
Bleek has some alcohol and is smoking marijuana
Holla if you want drama with
The singer is challenging anyone who wants to start trouble
The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and
The Roc-A-Fella Records crew is ready to fight
Sigel, Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Sigel is ready to fight and has a Desert Eagle gun
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
The Roc-A-Fella Records crew wears bandannas and white t-shirts
Me without a gun, dawg, unlikely
The artist is not likely to be without a gun
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
The singer keeps a gun under his t-shirt
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
The artist wears a 3XT t-shirt and is too big for others to mess with him
Got a little gut, so gat sit tucked (fuck)
The singer has a bit of a belly, so he hides his gun
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
The singer runs around with his gun like they do in Los Angeles
Bang the Roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
The singer shoots his gun until the morning comes and is very high
Whether block shit or rock shit
The Roc-A-Fella Records crew can handle any situation
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit, I got shit
They are always ready to fight, whether in the club or on the street
Get Sig' any track I'mma spit the talk to it
Beanie Sigel can rap on any type of beat
Down South gon' bounce, Crips gon' walk to it
People in the South will dance to this beat while Crips will walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it
Get some weed and wrap it in a cigar, everybody will smoke to it
Every dawg, every Blood in the hood, bark to it
Gang members will hear this song and enjoy it
We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air
They are smoking marijuana and enjoying themselves
Don't change the game for these hoes
Don't alter the way you live to please women
Who plays the game like we supposed
The Roc-A-Fella Records crew will continue to live their lives according to their own rules
I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
Jay-Z wears more jewelry than anyone else at media events
More chains than rings, niggas won't do a thing
Jay-Z has more chains than rings, and no one wants to mess with him
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged
Jay-Z carries a gun during the day and is a little crazy
Spray right at your brain, by the way this is Hov'
Jay-Z will shoot someone in the head and is proud of it
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin' ya
Jay-Z is such a great shot that he only needs one bullet to kill
It's only one Roc La Familia
Roc-A-Fella Records is like a family
Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Beanie Sigel represents Philadelphia while Jay-Z represents Brooklyn
Matter of fact, the East coast, fuck, took it from me
Jay-Z feels like he's been robbed of his place in East Coast rap music
Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit
Jay-Z is still rapping about real life on his fourth album
Volume Three still sold more records than Will Smith
Jay-Z's third album sold more copies than Will Smith's
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Jay-Z has always been on top and isn't making a comeback
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Jay-Z has sold five million records and is ready to do it again
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
Jay-Z used to be a sinner but now he has won a Grammy award
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
Jay-Z is successful and has had many achievements
Please repeat after me, there's only one rule
The singer is telling everyone that there's only one rule to follow
I will not, lose!
The Roc-A-Fella Records crew doesn't accept losing
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SHAWN C CARTER, STEPHEN ELLIS GARRETT, DWIGHT GRANT, RICARDO THOMAS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@yummdiddy
The dynasty album era is an underrated moment in Jay z’s career. I lived all these tick rock beats.
@tmac2798
It sold 500k albums first week and went on to be certified 2x platinum. Was never underrated, everyone knew and love it.
@twocents6951
I get what your saying. I agree. When it comes to some of Jay’s best albums this one isn’t mentioned.
@flynt01
We took this era of Rap for granted. It's a shame.
@bobdigi88
Yeah I kinda thought it was better than average, but not as good as PAC, Wu Tang, Nas, Biggie and De La Soul, and it wasn't, but its still fuckin good.
@bobdigi88
@vcorr2288 yeah you're right of course. I remember shitting on Ja Rule at the time too. Now I even appreciate what he did. I'm still not gonna listen to his music, but I appreciate his talent. And even he was way more talented than this eras mumble rappers.
@projectrico3id
You probably did not me. I got all records and taypes sealed in my safe. I mean from all 90 rappers.
@Ernesto355
I know! most trap sux
@toreytownsend611
flynt01 Yes we did
@spinhustlemusicgroup2034
RIP Static Major on the hook. 502 Come up!!!!! Miss you Steve!