โหลดเพลง mp3 Change The Game (Made Famous by Jay-Z) - Hip Hop DJs United

Change The Game (Made Famous by Jay-Z) - Hip Hop DJs United
Let's go bounce bounce bounce

Sh*t 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

Sick bastard get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Memph Bleek in the house
Still here never left still bust more or less still puff b**ch

Young Hova in the house Jigga Yeah
Crist' sipper six dipper wrist glitter ni**a

Hold up love
Every time you see Jigga man I'm rollin' on dubs
Don't forget about them blades sh*t choppin' it up
It's the motherf**kin' Roc b**ch 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 b**ch on my back holla
Yak in my pocket smokin' the sticky chocolate
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 f**k
I run wild gun high L A style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise plus I stay dumb high
Whether block sh*t or rock sh*t
Club sh*t or drug sh*t I pop sh*t I got sh*t
Get sig' any track I'm a 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
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 b**ch

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 ni**a
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 f**k took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real sh*t
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback I run rap
The f**k is y'all sayin'
Five million I done that and I come back to do it again
Ex-sinner Grammy award winner

Ballin' repeatedly highlights on Sportscenter
Please repeat after me there's only one rule

I will not lose