Текст (слова) песни: Goodie Mob f OutKast - Black Ice

 
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 
 
[Verse 1: Gipp] 
Now you know and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall 
did catch that phone call most of y`all did admit 
thought it was tall, Gipp flipped like a dip 
slipped fell on the black ice 
Did you think twice, homeslice came and he went 
Satisfied got bent bars ain`t shit 
Meetin coast to coast yeah I laughed and boast 
Man do-si-dos, too many comin close to 
 
[Chorus] 
Touch what I never touched befo`, seen what I never seen befo` 
Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high 
 
[Verse 2] 
Circulate like a Sunday paper 
Capers caught long time, to cheap flicks, good picks 
Paid hard, watch the hard turn sideways 
Pick the tale for real sales to those who lose cash 
Players keep your life for now 
Feelin 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, hibernatin `til we came back out 
 
[Chorus] - 2X 
 
[Verse 3] 
I been in it for the past few days 
Tighter than fades I`m knowin my plays 
Now can I rap? Can I adapt? Not really sure yet 
Who that lookin over the shoulders of those writin dreams 
Fiendin 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 board game 
Broke it down to a neighborhood slang 
Cash befo` fame 
 
sky high (repeat 10X) 
 
[Verse 4: Big Boi] 
Now who done stepped in? 
The nigga the B-I-B the secret weapon Boi 
Slicker that Black Ice, throwin these flows like rice at weddings 
So quit flexing, we speakin about 
somethin that`s refreshin to the earlobes 
Pay for the room and still be in pimp mode 
Like icebergs, Chryslers and Buicks 
Some niggaz ain`t on they jobs so them suckers here to lose it 
Abuse they priveldges and now the whole village is, been shot to pieces 
Cause niggaz are bitin that same stupid shit I mean that feces 
Boy don`t beep me, if you ain`t got no work 
I`m strictly bout these verses like the ones you hear at church boy 
search boy, talkin about your dough and punk like lurch boy 
Every time I heard you rhymin like a fucking jerk boy; simp, yeah! 
 
[Verse 5: Andre Benjamin] 
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 woods 
Ain`t a thing could explain what pertains 
to cocaine it`s a stain that rain 
See summer roll around niggaz holla bout change 
Then they steady move them ki`s 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 individual`s way to bring home 
the bacon when bacon was all gone 
Makin it our own, takin me all wrong 
We`ve all indulged in the bulge of those no-no`s 
No you ain`t solo, it`s even lower levels you can go 
Take sun people, put `em in a land of snow 
 
[Chorus]
 

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