Change the game
Jay Z Feat. 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 song "Change the Game" by Jay Z feat. Beanie Sigel & Memphis Bleek is a high-energy rap song that celebrates the progress and success of the Roc-A-Fella Records label. With a fast-paced beat and strong vocals, the song includes verses from Beanie Sigel and Memphis Bleek, who boast about their toughness and ability to handle drama. Jay Z's verse is particularly boastful, with lines about his expensive lifestyle and his success as a rapper. The chorus repeats the phrase "Don't change the game for these hoes, who plays the game like we supposed," emphasizing the Roc-A-Fella crew's dedication to staying true to their style and goals.
Line by Line Meaning
Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
Let's start this song, get ready.
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
Calm down, let go of your worries and be free.
You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
You're now with us, the tough guys from Roc-A-Fella Records.
Sigel Sigel in the house
Welcome Beanie Sigel, he's here with us.
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
You'll get shot and your wig will fly off by someone who shoots very well.
Still here, never left
I'm still here, I never left.
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
I still shoot my guns, smoke weed, and I'm doing alright.
Young Hova in the house, Jigga! Yeah
I'm Jay-Z, also known as Hova, and I'm here.
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
I drink Cristal champagne, I have a lot of expensive watches and jewelry.
Don't forget about them blades, shit choppin it up
Don't forget about my sharp knives, I can cut everything.
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
We're Roc-A-Fella Records, who's better than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
I might change my name from Jay-Z to Jay Peso.
But in the meantime, call me William H., though
For now, call me William H.
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin'
I'm riding a Yamaha motorcycle with a powerful engine.
Y'all don't hear nuttin'? Who that, Mac?
You don't hear me? Who's talking? Is that Mac?
Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin
No, it's Memphis Bleek coming.
Who the fluck, want, what?
Who wants to mess with us?
Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police
Find Memphis Bleek in South Beach, where the police can't get him.
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla)
I have a gun on my lap, and a woman on my back calling for attention.
Yak in my pocket, smokin' the sticky chocolate (ooh-wee!)
I have a bottle of cognac in my pocket, and I'm smoking high-quality weed.
Holla if you want drama with
If you want trouble, speak up.
The Dynasty, Amil, Bleek, Jigga and
These are the people from the Roc-A-Fella Records: The Dynasty, Amil, Bleek and Jigga (me).
Got a little gut, so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I gained some weight, but I still carry my gun tucked in my pants.
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
I act wild and carry my gun, like in L.A.
Bang the Roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
I shoot my gun until the sunrise, and I'm always high on drugs.
Whether block shit or rock shit
Whether it's about drug dealing or music making.
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit, I got shit
Either I'm talking about going to the club or selling drugs, but I am always confident and have everything I need.
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
In the South, people will dance to this beat, and Crips gang members will walk to it with a specific style.
We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air
We can smoke weed here, let's fill the air with smoke.
Don't change the game for these hoes
We don't have to change our ways for women.
Who plays the game like we supposed
We play the game a certain way and we should continue to do so.
I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
I wear more jewelry than anyone else at The Source and Soul Train music events.
More chains than rings, niggas won't do a thing
I have more neck chains than rings, and nobody will dare to challenge me.
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged
I carry my gun in the open, even during the day, and I'm crazy.
Spray right at your brain, by the way this is Hov'
I'll shoot you directly in the head, and by the way, it's Jay-Z.
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin' ya
A single bullet from my gun will do the job of famous gangster Dillinger, and kill you.
It's only one Roc La Familia
There is only one Roc-A-Fella Records family.
Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Beanie Sigel is representing Philadelphia, and I'm from Brooklyn.
Matter of fact, the East coast, fuck, took it from me
Actually, the East Coast rap scene is mine, nobody else can claim it.
Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit
This is my fourth album and I'm still rapping about real things.
Volume Three still sold more records than Will Smith
My third album sold more copies than Will Smith's album.
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
I didn't go anywhere, I'm still on top, what are you talking about?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
I've sold five million records, and I'm ready to do it again.
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
I used to be a sinner, but now I've won a Grammy award.
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
I'm making a lot of money repeatedly, and it's all over the TV on the Sportscenter show.
Please repeat after me, there's only one rule
I want you to say with me, there's only one rule.
I will not, lose!
The only rule is that I will not lose, no matter what.
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
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!