Black Ice (goodie Mob Version) by Goodie Mob f/ Sleepy Brown

Shit
And we come to win
We gon' hit all the hemispheres, hard
Bottom dirty south, yeah

Costly, try slippery
The gangsta hippie, damn skippy
Went in yo face
Like these choke sammies
Suckers, getting hit for losses
Not even makin' it back, to the line of scrimmage
Seizin' those scrubs out, started seein'
Midnight madness, jumping U-ies
From A to Z
Bustas get blocked
For sendin' paperwork that's bogus
Freeloaders get dropped off
Pay docked
Rollers, wanna be callin' shots
Non-believers hot, under the collar
Goodie Mo Be "Two Dope Boyz", and Mr. Cee
Generatin' dolllars
We don't lead to be followed
I'll holla

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

Um, yeah, uh
I'm in the clouds, the dark
My planes racin' cross the sky
No haters on players, although they "Passin' Us By"
Fly' like a bird, with no destination, makin' a manifistation through
Music
Bro use this as a way of expressing you in a cold world
Chasin' girl, clockin' a g
Use them g's to invest
Sub-zero degrees, makin' invincible slip
Trippin' nigga the wounds
It was a hard fall to your doom

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

Whenever we, and ever we capture compassion collage
Cleverly they'll never be
Bindin' for findin' that forever free
Naturally, actually, i master me clastically
The raspy raps, touch the trees and traps
Oh no believe me, shawty snaps
When his lungs collapse
My aunt is scratchin' for the scraps
Wanna love you but i can't, cause you eatin' and i ain't
For sin of the Saint

Sky high (x 10)

Now who done stepped in,
The nigga the B.I.G, the secret weapon boy
Slicker than "Black Ice", throwing these flows like rice at weddings
So quit flexin', we speaking about somethin' 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 they jobs so them suckers seem to lose it
Abuse their priveliges and now their whole village is been shot to pieces
Coz niggas been 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
Search boy, talking about your dough is hung like lurch boy
Every time i heard your rhyming like a fucking jerk boy, simp, yeah!

Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me yo' 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 Thang" could explain,
But what pertains to cocaine-an-staining rain
See summer rolls around niggas holla 'bout change
Then they steady move them ki's like Bob James
Cuz 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, its even lower levege you can go
Take some 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

Yeah,
If you don't blump off in the club, it don't hit.
If u can't get down with the wank, we got crip.
Never liked short cars in my life, but drove ships.
Been gone for 3 years, but we back like crimps.
For them boys with the deep-dish-dicks.
Whitewalls thick, Didn't have ta change much.
Didn't have ta fix shit so,
Man make the motherfucker speaker blow,
Shake the fuckin' flo', here to let yo' ass kno',
One mo' time on da grind, didn't have ta tell ya twice
When I'm in the streets always lookin' out for the Black Ice,
Always lookin' out for the Black Ice.