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change the game [remix] - tha dogg pound lyrics

[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 resumã©, 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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