Mr. DJ - Black Ice lyrics

Do you ever see that stuff that be When it get cold that ice that you can't see? See that sh** happens sometimes Yep, black ice [Verse 1: Gipp] Now you know and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall Did you catch that phone call most of y'all that met me Thought I 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 sh** Meetin coast to coast yeah I laughed and boast Man do-si-dos, too many comin close to [Hook] 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 [Hook] - 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 cla** 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 n***a the B-I-G the secret weapon Boi Slicker than 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 n***as ain't on they jobs so them s**ers here to lose it Abuse they priveldges and now the whole village is, been shot to pieces Cause n***as are bitin that same stupid sh** 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 long like Lurch, boy Every time I heard you rhymin like a f**ing 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 c**aine it's a stain that rain See summer roll around n***as 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 [Hook]