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Black Ice

This song is by Goodie Mob, features Outkast and appears on the album Still Standing (1998).

Original video
Do you ever see that stuff that be
When it get cold, that ice that you can't see?
See that shit happens sometimes
Yep, black ice

Now you know and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall y'all
Did you catch that phone call most of y'all didn't met me
Thought I was tall, Get flipped like a dip
Slipped fell on da black ice
Did you think twice, homeslice came and he went satisfied
Got bent bars ain't shit
meetin' coast to coast yeah lamped & bo man do-si-dos
Too many coming close cuz

Touched what I never touched before
Seen what I never seen before
Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high

Circulate like a Sunday paper
Capers caught tony tone with cheap flicks
Good picks pay hard watch the hard turn sideways
Clip the tale for real sales to the who lose cash
Flesh Live your life for now

Feeling good and warm windows rolled tight
Thirty five 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
Hibernating to a cave backout

Touched what I never touched before
Seen what I never seen before
Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high
Touched what I never touched before
Seen what I never seen before
Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high

I been in it for the past few days
Tighter than fades I know all my plays now can I rap? can I adapt?
Now really sure yeah who's that looking over the shoulders
of those writing dreams
Feening for the taste of menthol missed class stayed in the hall
Looking for a squeeze play better yet a holiday
Stayed away from the pyramid board game
Broke it down to a neighborhood slang, cash before fame

Sky high, sky high, sky high (sky high)

Now who done stepped in? the nigga the b-i-g the secret weapon boy
Slicker that black ice throwing them flows like rice at weddings
So quick flexing, you speaking about sankin that's refreshing to the earlobes
Pay for the room and still be in pimp mode

Like icebergs, chryslers and buicks
Some niggas ain't on their jobs so them suckers tend to lose it
Abuse their priveliges and now the whole village is been shot to pieces
'Cause niggas are biting that same stupid shit I mean that feces

Boy don't beat me if you ain't got no work
I'm strictly about these verses like the ones you hear at church boy
Seach boy, talking about your dough is punk like lurch boy
Every time I heard your rhyming like a fucking jerk boy, simp, yeah!

Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me you eardrums
It was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood
Yellows and greens and blues and browns
And greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated wood

Ain't a thing could explain but what pertains
To cocaine & sustaining rain
See summer roll around niggas all about change
Then they steady move them keys like bob james

'Cause old man winter's arrived, the temperature dives
November just died, December's alive
thus it ain't no typical ride
Just individuals way to bring home the bacon when bacon was all gone
Making it our own taking me all wrong

We've all indulged in the bulge of those no-nos
No you ain't solo, there's even lower levels you can go
Take sun people put them in the land of snow

Touched what I never touched before
Seen what I never seen before
Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high

Written by:

André Benjamin / Cameron Gipp / Antwan Patton / David Sheats Wikipedia16

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