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tha dogg pound – change the game (remix) (tha dogg pound, jay z, beanie sigel, memphis bleek) lyrics

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f/ beanie sigel, dj clue, jay-z, memphis bleek

– originally appeared on “the professional 2” by dj clue

[kurupt] daz dillinger

[jay-z]talk to ’em

[kurupt] kurupt young gotti

[jay-z]talk to ’em

[kurupt] big jigga n-gg-, what?

[kurupt -sung-]

psycho, like no, b-tch–ss n-gg- 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, b-tch–ss n-gg- 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 motherf-ckers..

.. 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 -ss n-gg-z can’t touch i, muh’f-cker what’s my –

– name, young hov’, gun blow like ac

r-o-c (with the d-p-g n-gg-!!)

[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 n-gg-z ain’t feelin us-

[kurupt]

deep in and out, out gold daytonas

d cut through with 2-way motorolas

n-gg- the dynasty and the pentagon motherf-cker

hollow tip, stainless teflon motherf-cker

jigga trigger, c-ck-a-poppa, n-gg- chest rocka

with the chrome chopper, glock’ll pop a n-gg- 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 n-gg- daz (sigel sigel)

jigga, memph, in bad–ss impalas

b-tt naked b-tches 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 n-gg- 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 d-ck in ya mouth, ya b-tch

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 motherf-ckers..

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, c-ck 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 motherf-cker

and this rifle, right for your head motherf-cker

[jay] young hova in da house

[daz] everybody get down

roc-a-fella, dogg pound, n-gg- tell me how that sound

[daz dillinger]

cha-pow, layin all you wack n-gg-z down

blowed out chromed out, swervin through ya town

what up? jigga man, my n-gg- 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 f-ckin 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 n-gg-z 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 b-st-rd

even mo’ sicker ya brain get mo’ twisted

sigel, two desert eagle hit you n-gg-z up quick

got ’em diggin ditches up quick

got you n-gg-z spittin up cause i’m sick

gettin up slow from hits from the fifth

let a row go quick from the clip

sh-t, sit a n-gg- down quick when i’m pitchin a b-tch

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 n-gg- r-o-c

with the d-o-g on ya block

f-ck the c-o-p’s, let me see those trees

no stems, no sticks, no seeds, just breathe

[memphis bleek]

relax b-tch, don’t act b-tch, 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

n-gg-z look at me and be like d-mn i was that

i’m “the understanding” with my peeps, f-ck foes

got a house in the back with a benz and dough

get cha mind right n-gg- ‘fore you mention me

your click ain’t too thorough to mention we

don’t matter who we collab’ with, n-gg- it’s a cl-ssic

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 n-gg-, who want play?

[kurupt -sung-]

psycho, like no, b-tch–ss n-gg- so

when you see the r-o-to-the-c sneak creep low

[jay-z]

i will not, lose

- tha dogg pound lyrics

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