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Tha Dogg Pound - Change the Game [Remix] lyrics
[Kurupt] Daz Dillinger [Jay-Z] Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Kurupt young Gotti [Jay-Z] Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Big Jigga nigga, what? [Kurupt *sung*] Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so When you see the D-O double G sneak creep low [Jay-Z] In the memory of the Notoroious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur [Kurupt *sung*] Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low [Jay-Z] Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler R-O-C, D-P-G motherfuckers.. .. hold up love You know Jigga Man resumé, blow up drugs Blast round, full pound, no mask or gloves Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel Out the blue steel barrel get ya crew killed Perro ass niggaz can't touch I, muh'fucker what's my - - name, Young Hov', gun blow like AC R-O-C (With the D-P-G nigga!!) [Daz] Hold up (hah) wait a minute and All my thugs get (get what?) gangsta with it Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin ya with the pound with Roc La Familia {*y'all niggaz ain't feelin us* [Kurupt] Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas D cut through with 2-way Motorolas Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER Hollow tip, stainless teflon MOTHERFUCKER Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest rocka with the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick Saddam Niastra, y'all done stepped in the mud and about to feel ery'thing from the flat foot Calicos collective, have you ever seen a four so clean like a brand new nina My nigga Daz (Sigel Sigel) Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Impalas Butt naked bitches and pop collars The popular scholar, this is the beginnin with the hollow tips soarin, chrome wheels spinnin Never have you ever seen a G like me Rollin with the Roc, straight D-P-G [Chorus] Don't change the game for these hoes who plays the game like we supposed [Jay] That nigga Daz in the house [Daz] D-P-G-C fo' L-I-F-E, Roc D-O-double-G Don't change the game for these hoes who plays the game like we supposed [Jay] Young Gotti in the house [Kurupt] Two-shotty, quick to catch a body So put a dick in ya mouth, ya bitch Don't change the game for these hoes who plays the game like we supposed [Jay-Z] Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler R-O-C, D-P-G motherfuckers.. B-I-G still talkin through the voice of I For Tupac they yellin ra-da-da-da-da-da Not a Blood or a Crip but I put drugs on the strip Put dubs on the whip, got bigger guns than the fuzz on my hip, cock back let it rip Won't stop that 'til the whole clip's gone (click..) CLICK! Okay, let's not forget cause you got a vest on all I'm aimin is teflon [Jay-Z and Kurupt] I'm psycho, like no, other motherfucker And this rifle, right for your head motherfucker [Jay] Young Hova in da house [Daz] Everybody get down Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigga tell me how that sound [Daz Dillinger] Cha-pow, layin all you wack niggaz down Blowed out chromed out, swervin through ya town What up? Jigga Man, my nigga Kurupt Laid back actin a nut, waitin to 'rupt No remorse as we bust, let you feel the dust Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella straight fuckin it up Let it be known; Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone All alone, roam ya neighborhood high exhaust High stylin, profilin, y'all comin after me In actuality they fake the technicality Dogg Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my family On site niggaz died for they salary We the gang and we walk like we talk And we stalk and we do what we do after dark Get one shot Dillinger Roc La Familia {*Now y'all feelin us! Now y'all feelin us!* [Chorus] Don't change the game for these hoes who plays the game like we supposed [Jay] Sigel Sigel in the house [Beanie Sigel] Uh-huh, sick bastard Even mo' sicker ya brain get mo' twisted Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you niggaz up quick Got 'em diggin ditches up quick Got you niggaz spittin up cause I'm sick Gettin up slow from hits from the fifth Let a row go quick from the clip Shit, sit a nigga down quick when I'm pitchin a bitch You see light then you takin a trip Five hours, spill a clip and make the hammer dance I'll holla, while you holla in the ambulance STOP ... it's the Roc nigga R-O-C With the D-O-G on ya block Fuck the C-O-P's, let me see those trees No stems, no sticks, no seeds, just breathe [Memphis Bleek] Relax bitch, don't act bitch, we don't stop It's the R-O-C, geah who forgot You never thought Bleek walk on a track before Hit a switch in a black 6-4 before Down on Sunset I run sets, I does that Niggaz look at me and be like damn I was that I'm "The Understanding" with my peeps, fuck foes Got a house in the back with a Benz and dough Get cha mind right nigga 'fore you mention me Your click ain't too thorough to mention we Don't matter who we collab' with, nigga it's a classic Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could cause traffic Who want rump, get it crunk with me I'm Bleek, you a got a gun wanna dump with me? You catch Bleek in B.K. (or) down in L.A. With my W and E up nigga, who want play? [Kurupt *sung*] Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low [Jay-Z] I will not, lose |
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