The Game, TY$ - Change The Game lyrics
[The Game, TY$ - Change The Game lyrics]
Relax your mind
Let your conscience feel free
You're now fuckin' with Hit-Boy and G.A.M.E
It's Dolla $ign in this motherfucker
(Dolla $ign)
Wrist nigga, big tipper, quarter
Mil', my wrist
Nigga
It's the Numinati
(Bitches) move your body (This is)
The newest Audi
Gassin' on the 'Shaw next
To Snoop and Rowdy
(Niggas) Movin' oppy
So we in the coupe with shottys
And my nigga Ye just pulled
Up in two Bugattis
Don't ask me how
These Hit-Boy classic sounds
Put the Draco on my face
You can't back me down
Soon as the bass drop, asses bounce
And bitches just like the blunts
They get passed around
Give me the chronic or the cookies
The woods gon' spark to it
Niggas tryna ride our wave
We bringin' the sharks to it
Where my dawgs at? Glocks gon' bang
In the dark to it
Brought the Westside back
C Walk in the park to it
Game mode, 'bout to change my name to 3Pacs
Nigga
I'm like three Pacs steppin'
In classic Reeboks
Nigga
We shoot 'til it's empty
Then we box niggas
It's like an R hangin' from your
Neck when we Roc niggas
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Ty Dolla in this bitch
And we high
We ride in that Impala with the clips
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Hurricane in the house, nigga
Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter
Nigga
Still here, never left
Bandana on my right, Nip tatted on my chest
Feel the Hit-Boy drums when they
Drummin' on the West
Chronic smoke in her lungs got
Her rubbin' on her breasts
What's next? Pourin' champagne on the rose
'Bout to fuck her in the rain
'til her nipples get cold
Uh huh
Numinati, put the ice on the gold
Got her livin' out the Birkin 'cause
My life on the road
Whether in or out of town
I gotta floss the Dezzi
Get shot, I tell the block
"All dogs go to Heaven"
I'm not gon' stop, them tops is gon' drop
The opps is gon' rot, them guns is gon' pop
Been rich for twenty years
This is not your level
On a show in a Hellcat, I just shot the devil
Uh, Drillmatic up and the
Bars comin' from Attica
I stopped smoking weed and I'm
Goin' back to Africa
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Ty Dolla in this bitch
And we high
We ride in that Impala with the clips
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Hurricane in the house, nigga
Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter
Nigga
Let your conscience feel free
You're now fuckin' with Hit-Boy and G.A.M.E
It's Dolla $ign in this motherfucker
(Dolla $ign)
Wrist nigga, big tipper, quarter
Mil', my wrist
Nigga
It's the Numinati
(Bitches) move your body (This is)
The newest Audi
Gassin' on the 'Shaw next
To Snoop and Rowdy
(Niggas) Movin' oppy
So we in the coupe with shottys
And my nigga Ye just pulled
Up in two Bugattis
Don't ask me how
These Hit-Boy classic sounds
Put the Draco on my face
You can't back me down
Soon as the bass drop, asses bounce
And bitches just like the blunts
They get passed around
Give me the chronic or the cookies
The woods gon' spark to it
Niggas tryna ride our wave
We bringin' the sharks to it
Where my dawgs at? Glocks gon' bang
In the dark to it
Brought the Westside back
C Walk in the park to it
Game mode, 'bout to change my name to 3Pacs
Nigga
I'm like three Pacs steppin'
In classic Reeboks
Nigga
We shoot 'til it's empty
Then we box niggas
It's like an R hangin' from your
Neck when we Roc niggas
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Ty Dolla in this bitch
And we high
We ride in that Impala with the clips
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Hurricane in the house, nigga
Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter
Nigga
Still here, never left
Bandana on my right, Nip tatted on my chest
Feel the Hit-Boy drums when they
Drummin' on the West
Chronic smoke in her lungs got
Her rubbin' on her breasts
What's next? Pourin' champagne on the rose
'Bout to fuck her in the rain
'til her nipples get cold
Uh huh
Numinati, put the ice on the gold
Got her livin' out the Birkin 'cause
My life on the road
Whether in or out of town
I gotta floss the Dezzi
Get shot, I tell the block
"All dogs go to Heaven"
I'm not gon' stop, them tops is gon' drop
The opps is gon' rot, them guns is gon' pop
Been rich for twenty years
This is not your level
On a show in a Hellcat, I just shot the devil
Uh, Drillmatic up and the
Bars comin' from Attica
I stopped smoking weed and I'm
Goin' back to Africa
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Ty Dolla in this bitch
And we high
We ride in that Impala with the clips
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Hurricane in the house, nigga
Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter
Nigga