Change the Game
Jay-Z/Beanie Sigel 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!
The lyrics of "Change The Game" by Jay-Z featuring Beanie Sigel showcase the intensity and confidence of the Roc-A-Fella Records crew. The song is an exploration of success, material wealth, and power in the music industry. The lyrics focus on the crew's ability to dominate the rap game and how they refuse to change their signature style of rap for anyone, particularly women who they argue want them to rap differently. Jay-Z boasts about his lavish lifestyle, including driving around in his "platinum Yamaha" and changing his name to "Jay Peso." Beanie Sigel and Memph Bleek also make appearances in the song, asserting their dominance in the rap game and threatening anyone who tries to challenge them.
Overall, "Change The Game" is a hard-hitting anthem that celebrates the power and success of the Roc-A-Fella Records crew. The lyrics reflect the crew's unwavering confidence and their commitment to staying true to themselves in the rap game.
Line by Line Meaning
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
Calm down and open your mind to new ideas
You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
You're now hanging with tough people from Roc-a-Fella Records
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
I'll knock you down
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
Still rapping and smoking weed
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
Drinking Cristal and wearing expensive jewelry
Everytime you see Jigga Man, I'm rollin on dubs
Every time you see me, I'm driving a car with large rims
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
I'm considering changing my name to Jay Peso
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin'
Riding a Yamaha motorcycle with a powerful engine
Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Roc-a-Fella Records is the best, who can compete?
Got a little gut, so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I have a small belly, but still carrying a gun
Bang the Roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Shoot my gun all night and stay extremely high
Don't change the game for these hoes
Don't alter the game for women who don't understand it
Sigel, Sigel in the house
Beanie Sigel is here
Young Hova in the house, Jigga!
Jay-Z is here
I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
I wear more jewelry to award shows than anyone else
It's only one Roc La Familia
There's only one Roc-a-Fella Records family
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 world
Please repeat after me, there's only one rule
There's only one rule to follow
I will not, lose!
I will not fail
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Ricardo Thomas, Shawn C. Carter, Stephen Ellis Garrett, Dwight Grant
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