Goodie Mob F Sleepy Brown - Black Ice Lyrics
Do you ever see that stuff that beWhen it get cold that is that shit you can't see?See that shit happens sometimes.Yep, black ice.Verse 1:Now you know and i know i done bumped every hole in the wallDid catch that phone call most of y'all did admitThought it was tall, gipp flipped like a dipSlipped fell on some black iceDid you think twice, homeslice come in he wentSatisfied got bars can't shitMeetin' coast to coast yeah ( ? ) man do-si-dosToo many coming close cozChorus:Touched what i never touched before, seen what i never seen beforeWoke up and seen the sun sky high, sky highVerse 2:Circulate like a sunday paperCapers caught tony tone with cheap flicksGood pick pay hard watch the hard turn sidewaysPick the tale for real sale for the who lose cashFlesh keep your life for nowFeeling good and warm with the rug tightThirty five degrees nippy tonight, don't forget the chapstickLips dry quick when the jack out make you wanna cut outTake the slack out some people black outHibernating to a cave blackoutChorus x2Verse 3:I been in it for the past few daysTighter than fades i know my plays now can i rap? can i adapt?Now really sure yeah who's that looking over the shouldersOf those writing dreamsFeening for the taste of menthol missed class stayed in the hallLooking for a squeeze play better yet a holidayStayed away from the pyramid board gameBroke it down to a neighborhood slang, cash before fameSky high (x 10)Verse 4: big boiNow who done stepped in? the nigga the b-i-g the secret weapon boySlicker that black ice throwing them flows like rice at weddingsSo quick flexing, you speaking sum' that's refreshing to the earlobesPay for the room and still be in pimp modeLike icebergs, chryslers and buicksSome niggas ain't on their jobs so them suckers tend to lose itAbuse their priveliges now their whole village is shot to piecesCoz niggas be biting that same stupid shit i mean that fecesBoy don't beat me if you ain't got no workI'm strictly about these verses like the ones you hear at church boySeach boy, talking about your dough and punk like lurch boyEvery time i heard your rhyming like a *****ing jerk boy, simp, yeah!Verse 5: dreFriends, romans, countrymen lend me you eardrumIt was a beautiful day off in the neighborhoodYellows and greens and blues and brownsAnd greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated woodAin't a thing could explain but what pertainsTo cocaine it a thing that rainSee summer roll around niggas all about changeThen they steady move them keys like bob jamesCoz old man winter's arrivedThe temperature divesNovember just diedDecember's aliveThus it ain't no typical rideJust individual way to bring home the bacon when bacon was all goneMaking it our own taking me all wrongWe've all indulged in the bulge of these no-nosNo you ain't solo, its cause lower levels you can goTake sun people put them in the snowChorus
