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Black Ice Goodie Mob Version

featuring OutKast



Shit

And we come to win

We gon' hit all the hemispheres

Bottom Dirty South yeah



Costly trey slippery

The gangsta hippie damn skimpy

We in your face

Lightning told ?

Suckers getting hit for losses

Not even makin' it back to the line of scrimmage

Seizin' those scrubs out starters in

Midnight madness somethin' to us

From A to Z

Bustas get blocked

For sinning papers, word is bogus

Freeloaders get dropped out

Pay docked

Rollers, wanna be callin' shots

Non-believers hot, under the collar

Goodie to be more dope boys, and Mister C

Generatin' dolllars

We don't leave to be followed

I holler



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 hatin' on players, although they passin' us by

Flyin' 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' herb, 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 crastically

The raspy raps, jump through trees and traps

You don't beleive me, shout his snaps

When his lungs collapse

My aunt is scratchin' for the scraps

Wanan love you but I can't, cause you eatin' and I ain't

The sin of the same



sky high (x 10)



now who done stepped in? the nigga the b-i-g the secret weapon boy

slicker that black ice throwing them flows like rice at weddings

so quick flexing, you 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 their jobs so them suckers tend to lose it

abuse their priveliges now their whole village is been shot to pieces

coz niggas been biting some stupid shit I mean at 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 you punk like lurch boy

every time I heard your rhyming like a fucking jerk boy, simp, yeah!



Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me you eardrum

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 thing could explain but what pertains to cocaine it a thing that

rain

See summer roll around niggas all about change

then they steady move them keys like bob jamesCoz old man winter's arrived

the temperature divesNovember just diedDecember's alive

thus it ain't no typical ride

just individual 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 these no-nos

no you ain't solo, its even lower levels you can go

take sun 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 it don't bump up in the club it ain't hit

If you can't get down with D Wayne, we got crip

Live a life short, causin' my light, but your shit, stink

Gon' for 3 years, but we back like crimp

For them boys with the deep dish dicks, white walls thick, didn't have to

change much

Didn't have to fix shit, so

Man, make the mothafucka speak a blow, shake the fuckin' flow

Here to let your ass know

One more time on the grind, didn't have to think twice

When I'm in the streets

Always lookin' out for the black ice

Always lookin' out for the black ice

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