Goodie Mob F/ Sleepy Brown - Black Ice (goodie Mob Version) lyrics

sh** 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 s**ers, 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 "Pa**in' 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' n***a 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 compa**ion 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 n***a 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 n***as ain't on they jobs so them s**ers seem to lose it Abuse their priveliges and now their whole village is been shot to pieces Coz n***as been biting that same stupid sh** 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 f**ing 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 c**aine-an-staining rain See summer rolls around n***as 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 wa*k, 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 sh** so, Man make the motherf**er speaker blow, Shake the f**in' flo', here to let yo' a** 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.