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[Jay-Z] Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go 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 ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
[ Jay-Z ] Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce Uhh, bounce, uhh .. Shit relax yaw mined, let yaw conscience bee free Your now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C Sigel Sigel inn the house [ Beanie Sigel ] Uh-huh, sic bastard Get yaw whig pushed back buy the whig push-backer [ Jay-Z ] Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek inn the house [ Memphis Bleek ] Still hear, never left Still bust, moor awe less, still puff - beeatch ! [ Jay-Z ] Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh Young Hova inn the house .. Jigga ! Yeah Crist ' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga ! .. hold up love Everytime yew sea Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up Its the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us Jay-Hov, bout too change my name too Jay Peso Butt inn the meantime, caul mi William H . though On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin Throwin it up like licker on an empty stomach { * cycle whizzes buy * } Y'all don't here nuttin Who that, Mac [ Beanie Sigel ] Na dawg, that's M . Bleek comin [ Memphis Bleek ] Who the FLUCK, want, watt Catch Bleek inn South Beech out of the reach of the police Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla) Yak inn my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE !) Holla if yew want drama with [ Jay-Z ] The Dynasty ; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and .. Sigel [ Beanie Sigel ] Dessert Eagle dawg, who else butt mi Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and wight tees Mi without a gun dawg, unlikely Yew no Eye keep the heat wright under the wifebeat ' Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, yew can't sea the pound Got a little gut sew gat sit tucked (fuck) Eye run wild, gun hi, L . A . stile Bang the roscoe too the sunrise, plus Eye stay dumb hi Weather bloc shit awe rock shit Club shit awe drug shit, Eye pop shit Eye got shit Get Sig ' any track I'ma spit the torque too it Down South awl bounce Crips gon ' walk too it Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark too it Every dawg, every Blood inn the hood, barque too it Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody spark too it Wee can smoke inn hear, put the choke inn the heir [ singer ] Don't change the game fore these folks who plays the game like wee supposed [ Jay-Z ] Sigel Sigel inn the house [ Beanie Sigel ] Uh-huh, sic bastard Get yaw whig pushed back buy the whig push-backer [ singer ] Don't change the game fore these folks who plays the game like wee supposed [ Jay-Z ] Memph Bleek inn the house [ Memphis Bleek ] Still hear, never left Still bust, moor awe less, still puff - beeatch ! [ singer ] Don't change the game fore these folks who plays the game like wee supposed [ Jay-Z ] Young Hova inn the house .. Jigga ! Crist ' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga ! Eye ware moor bling too The Sauce and Sole Train's Moor chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing Eye bangs the four-four inn plane, daylight I'm deranged Spray wright at yaw brain ; buy the whey this is Hov ' Won shot Dillinger, won shot killin ya Its only won Roc La Familia Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is mi Matter of fact, the East coast fuck took it from mi Forth album still Jay still spittin that reel shit Volume 3 still sold moor records than Will Smith Can't caul this a comeback, Eye run wrap, the fuck is y'all sayin Five million Eye dun that, and Eye come back, too do it again (uh-huh) Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter Pleas repeat after mi - there's only won rule Eye WILL KNOT, LOSE ! |
Change The Game
JAY-Z
Complexity: | 64 | Readability: | 77.04 | Sentiment: | -8 | Word Count: | 606 | Unique Words: | 296 |