Artist/Band:
Goodie Mob
Lyrics for Song: Black Ice
Lyrics for Album: Dirty South Classics [2003]
Verse 1
[Big Gipp]
You ever see that stuff, you dig,
When it get cold, that ice that you can't see?
That's how that shit happen sometimes.
Yea, black ice.
Now you know and I know, I don't bumped many hole in the wall, yall
Did you catch that phone call, most of yall done maybe
Thought I was tall, Gipp flip like a dip, sip, mail on the black ice.
Did you think twice,
homeslice came and he went satisfied got bent bars ain't shit.
Mean coast to coast, yell at the boat, Man dosie-dos,
Too many come and go's, cuz
Hook 1
Touch what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before,
Woke up and seen the sun,
Sky High, sky high
Verse 2
[Big Gipp]
Sucka late like a Sunday paper,
capers caught long time, with cheap flicks
Good picks pay hard,
watch the heart turn sideways, couldn't tell
Burrell cells to those who lose cares,
players give you light for now
Feelin good and warm,
windows rolled tight, 35 degrees, nippy tonight
Don't forget the Chapstick, lips dry quick,
when the jack out, make you wanna act out
Take the slack out, some people black out,
I done went into, came back out.
Hook 2
Touch what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before,
Woke up and seen the sun,
Sky High, sky high (sky high)
Touch what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before,
Woke up and seen the sun,
Sky High, sky high
Verse 3
[Big Gipp]
I been in it for the past few days, tighter the phase,
I know I'ma praise, now can rap, can I dap
Not really sure yet,
who that looking over the shoulders of those bright dreams?
Feenin for the taste of menthol,
missed class, stayed in the hall
Lookin for a squeeze play, better yet a holiday,
Stayed away from the pyramid boy game,
broke it down to a neighborhood slang,
Cash before fame
Hook 3
Sky High (X10)
Verse 4
[Big Boi of Outkast]
Now who done stepped in,
the nigga the B-I-G the secret weapon boi
Slicka than black ice,
throwin these flows like rice at weddings, so quit flexin.
You speakin about same things as oppression to the ear lobes
Pay for the room and still be in pimp mode,
like Iceberg, Chryslers and Buicks
Them niggas ain't on they job,
so them suckers here to lose it
Abuse they privileges and not the whole villages been shot to pieces,
Cause niggas are bitin that same stupid shit,
I mean that leaches, don't beep me
If you ain't got no work,
Strickly bout these verses like the ones you hear at Church, boi
Search, boi, Talkin about yo dope is hump like Lurch, boi
Everytime I heard you rhyming like a jerk, boi, simp, yea.
Verse 5
[Andre 3000 of Outkast]
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ear drums,
it was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood
Yellows and greens and blues and browns and greys,
and hues, the ooze beneath dilapidated wood
Anything could explain but pertains to cocaine and sustain in rain
See summer rolls around niggas holla bout change
Then they steady move them keys like Bob James
Cause old man winter's arrived, the temperature dived,
November just died, December's alive
Thus it ain't no typical rise, just individual's way to bring home,
The bakin when bakin was all wrong,
Makin it our own, takin me all wrong
We've all indulged in the bulge of those no no no's,
you ain't solo
It's even lower level you can go,
take sun people put em in the land of snow
Hook 1
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