Change the Game
Jay-Z feat 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!
The song "Change the Game" by Jay-Z featuring Beanie Sigel and Memphis Bleek, speaks about their dominance in the rap world. The lyrics speak of embracing their tough image and confronting anyone who would try to take away their status as the best in the industry. The rappers describe their strength and power, boasting about their jewelry, weapons, and disregard for authority. They suggest that they are not interested in changing their style to please anyone or adapt to any new trends.
Jay-Z opens the song by encouraging listeners to relax and let their conscience be free. He then proceeds to introduce each member of Roc-A-Fella's lineup, including Beanie Sigel and Memphis Bleek, and asserts his position as the leader. The rappers often collaborate in their lyrics, using the repeated phrase "Don't change the game for these hoes, who plays the game like we supposed" to emphasize their shared values and ethos.
Overall, "Change the Game" showcases the confidence and arrogance of Jay-Z and his crew. The lyrics exemplify the extreme bravado and competitiveness that is often present in West Coast rap culture.
Line by Line Meaning
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
Take it easy and don't stress, just let yourself be free
You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
You're now with the tough guys from Roc-A-Fella Records
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
If you mess with me, I'll push your wig back
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
I'm still around, still doing my thing, still smoking and rapping
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
I drink Cristal champagne, wear expensive jewelry, and I'm flashy
Everytime you see Jigga Man, I'm rollin on dubs
Whenever you see me, I'm riding on 20-inch wheels
Don't forget about them blades, shit choppin it up
Don't forget about my knives, I'm always ready for any action
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
We're Roc-A-Fella Records, who can compete with us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
I might change my stage name to Jay Peso soon
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin'
I'm riding on a fancy Yamaha motorcycle with a powerful engine
Who that, Mac?
Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin
Who's there? Oh, that's Memphis Bleek coming
Yak in my pocket, smokin' the sticky chocolate (ooh-wee!)
I have some cognac in my pocket, smoking some really good weed
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit, I got shit
Whether it's street, music, or drug-related, I talk tough and I have the goods
Get Sig' any track I'mma spit the talk to it
Give Beanie Sigel any beat, and he'll rap to it
Down South gon' bounce, Crips gon' walk to it
People in the South will dance to this music, Crips gang will march to it
We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air
We're smoking weed, so let's make the room smokey
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
Don't let the women change the rules of the game, let's play it like we always have
I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains than rings, niggas won't do a thing
I'm wearing more jewelry than anyone at these music awards shows, and I know no one will try to steal from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit
I'm still making good music on my fourth album, with honest and genuine lyrics
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
I didn't go anywhere, I'm still the king of the rap game, why do people think I'm making a comeback?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
My last album sold five million copies, and I'm ready to do it again
Please repeat after me, there's only one rule
I will not, lose!
Repeat after me: the only rule is that I will never lose!
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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