Goodie Mob — Black Ice Goodie Mob Version

[Intro: Khujo Goodie] And we gon' creep in We gon' hit all the hemispheres Bottom Dirty South, yeah [Verse 1: Khujo Goodie] Caution, track slippery The gangsta hippie, damn skippy Went in your face like this choke sammich Suckers, getting hit for losses Not even makin' it back, to the line of scrimmage Seasonal scrubs out, starters in Midnight Madness, jumpin' unis from A to Z Bustas get blocked For sinning papers, word is bogus Freeloaders get dropped off, 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 lead to be followed I'll holler [Hook] Touch what I never touched before Seen what I never seen before Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high [Verse 2: T-Mo] Um, yeah, uh I'm in the clouds, the dark, my planes racin' cross the sky No haters on players, although they passin' us by Fly like a bird, with no destination Makin' a manifestation through music, bruh Use this as a way of expression, you in a cold world Chasin' herb, clockin' a G Use them G's to invest Sub-Zero degrees, makin' invincible slip Trip and nickin' the wounds It was a hard fall to your doom [Hook] Touch what I never touched before Seen what I never seen before Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high (Sky high) Touch what I never touched before Seen what I never seen before Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high (Sky high) [Verse 3: Cee-Lo] Whenever we endeavor, we capture compassion collage Cleverly they'll never be Binding for finding that forever free Naturally, actually, I master me classically The raspy raps touch the trees and traps And, oh, believe me, shorty 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 The sinner, the saint Sky high (Repeat 10X) [Verse 4: Big Boi] Now who done stepped in? The nigga the B-I-G, the secret weapon, boy Slicker that black ice, throwing these 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 niggas ain't on their jobs, so them suckers seem to lose it Abuse their privileges and now their whole village's been shot to pieces 'Cause niggas are biting that same stupid shit, I mean, that feces Boy, don't beep 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 long like Lurch, boy Every time I heard you rhyming like a fucking jerk boy, simp Yeah! [Verse 5: Andre 3000] 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 and sustaining reign See summer rolls around, niggas all about change Then they steady move them keys 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 way to bring home The bacon when bacon was all gone Making it our own, taking me all wrong We've all indulged in a bulge of those no-nos No, you ain't solo, there's even lower levels you can go Take sun people put 'em in a land of snow [Hook] Touch what I never touched before Seen what I never seen before Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high [Verse 6: Big Gipp] Yeah If it don't bump off in the club, it don't hit If you can't get down with D Wayne, we got crip Never liked short cars in my life, I drove ships Been gone for three years but we back like crimps 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 speaker blow, shake the fuckin' flo' 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 [Hook] Touch what I never touched before Seen what I never seen before Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high Touch what I never touched before Seen what I never seen before Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high


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