Mr. DJ - Black Ice (Goodie Mob Version) lyrics

sh** And we come to win We gon' hit all the hemispheres Bottom Dirty South, yeah Caution, track slippery The gangsta hippie, damn skimpy We in your face Lightning told ? s**ers, 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 MO-B, two 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 pa**in' 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' 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 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 sinner, the saint Sky high (x 10) Now who done stepped in? the n***a 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 Iceberg, chryslers and buicks Some n***as ain't on their jobs so them s**ers tend to lose it Abuse their priveliges now their whole village is been shot to pieces Coz n***as been biting some stupid sh** 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 f**ing 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 c**aine it a thing that rain See summer roll around n***as all about change Then they steady move them keys like Bob James Coz old man winter's arrived the temperature dives November just died, December'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 sh**, 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 sh**, so Man, make the mothaf**a speak a blow, shake the f**in' flow Here to let your a** 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