Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Jay Z - Change the game ------------------------------------------ [Jay-Z] Uhh, uhh, uhh, letīs go Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce Uhh, bounce, uhh.. Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free Youīre now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C Sigel Sigel in the house [Beanie Sigel] Uh-huh, sick bastard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer [Jay-Z] Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house [Memphis Bleek] Still here, never left Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch! [Jay-Z] Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh Young Hova in the house.. Jigga! Yeah Cristī sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga! .. hold up love Everytime you see Jigga Man Iīm rollin on dubs Donīt forget about them blades shit choppin it up Itīs 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 {*cycle whizzes by*} Yīall donīt hear nuttin? Who that, Mac? [Beanie Sigel] Nah dawg, thatīs M. Bleek comin [Memphis Bleek] 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 (OO-WEE!) Holla if you want drama with [Jay-Z] The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and.. Sigel [Beanie 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 wifebeatī Three-X-T, Iīm Lincoln now, you canīt 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 Sigī any track Iīma spit the talk to it Down South all bounce Crips gonī 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 [singer] Donīt change the game for these folks who plays the game like we supposed [Jay-Z] Sigel Sigel in the house [Beanie Sigel] Uh-huh, sick bastard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer [singer] Donīt change the game for these folks who plays the game like we supposed [Jay-Z] Memph Bleek in the house [Memphis Bleek] Still here, never left Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch! [singer] Donīt change the game for these folks who plays the game like we supposed [Jay-Z] Young Hova in the house.. Jigga! Cristī sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga! I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Trainīs More chains than rings, niggaz wonīt do a thing I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight Iīm deranged Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hovī One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya Itīs 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 3 still sold more records than Will Smith Canīt call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is yīall 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 - thereīs only one rule I WILL NOT, LOSE!