Change The Game Lyrics – The Game ft. Ty Dolla $ign

[Intro: The Game & Ty Dolla $ign]
Relax your mind, let your conscience feel free
You're now f**king with Hit-Boy and G-A-M-E
It's Dolla $ign in this motherf**ker (Dolla $ign)
Wrist n!gga, big tipper, quarter mill', my wrist, n!gga

[Verse 1: The Game]
It's the Numinati (B!tches) move your body (This is)
The newest Audi, gassing on the shore next to Snoop and Roddy
N!ggas moving oppy, so we in the coupe with shawties
And my n!gga Ye just pulled up in two Bugattis
Don't ask me how these Hit-Boy classics sound
Put the Draco on my face, you can't back me down
Soon as the bass drop, asses bounce
And b!tches just like the blunts, they get passed around
Give me the chronic or thе cookies, the woods gone spark to it
N!ggas tryna ride our wavе, we bringing the sharks to it
Where my dawgs at? Glocks gone 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, n!gga
I'm like three Pacs stepping in classic Reeboks, n!gga
We shoot 'til it's empty, then we box n!ggas
It's like an R hanging from your neck when we Roc n!ggas

[Chorus: The Game & Ty Dolla $ign]
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we's supposed
Ty Dolla in this b!tch
And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we's supposed
Hurricane in the house, n!gga
Switch hitter, brick flipper, b!tch getter, n!gga

[Verse 2: The Game]
Still here, never left
Bandana on my right, Nip tatted on my chest
Feel the Hit-Boy drums when they drumming on the West
Chronic smoke in her lungs, got her rubbing on her breasts
What's next? Pouring champagne on the rose
'Bout to f**k her in the rain 'til her nipples get cold, uh-huh
Numinati, put the ice on the gold
Got her living 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 gone stop, them tops is gone drop
The opps is gone rot, them guns is gone pop
Been rich for twenty years, this is not your level
Wanna show 'em the Hellcat, I just shot the devil, uh
Drillmatic up and the bars coming from Attica
I stopped smoking weed and I'm going back to Africa

[Chorus: The Game & Ty Dolla $ign]
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we's supposed
Ty Dolla in this b!tch
And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we's supposed
Hurricane in the house, n!gga
Switch hitter, brick flipper, b!tch getter, n!gga