Do you ever see that stuff that be when it get cold that ice that 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 wall y'all did you catch that phone call most of y'all didn't met me thought I was tall, Get flipped like a dip slipped fell on da black ice did you think twice, homeslice came and he went satisfied got bent bars ain't shit meetin' coast to coast yeah lamped & bo man do-si-dos too many coming close cuz
Chorus: Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high
Verse 2:
Circulate like a Sunday paper capers caught tony tone with cheap flicks good picks pay hard watch the hard turn sideways clip the tale for real sales to the who lose cash flesh Live your life for now feeling 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 hibernating to a cave backout
Chorus x2
Verse 3:
I been in it for the past few days tighter than fades I know all my plays now can I rap? can I adapt? now really sure yeah who's that looking over the shoulders of those writing dreams feening for the taste of menthol missed class stayed in the hall looking for a squeeze play better yet a holiday stayed away from the pyramid board game broke it down to a neighborhood slang, cash before fame
sky high (x 10)
Verse 4: Big Boi
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 sankin 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 and now the whole village is been shot to pieces coz niggas are biting that same stupid shit 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 seach boy, talking about your dough and punk like lurch boy every time I heard your rhyming like a fucking jerk boy, simp, yeah!
Verse 5: Dre
Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me you 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 thing could explain but what pertains to cocaine & sustaining rain See summer roll around niggas 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 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, there's even lower levels you can go take sun people put them in the snow