Featuring Outkast]

Do you ever see that stuff that be

when it get cold that is that shit 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

did catch that phone call most of y'all did admit

thought it was tall Gipp flipped like a dip

slipped fell on some black ice

did you think twice homeslice come in he went

satisfied got bars can't shit

meetin' coast to coast yeah ( ? ) man do-si-dos

too many coming close coz

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 pick pay hard watch the hard turn sideways

pick the tale for real sale for the who lose cash

flesh keep your life for now

feeling good and warm with the rug tight

thirty five degrees nippy tonight, don't forget the chapstick

lips dry quick when the jack out make you wanna cut out

take the slack out some people black out

hibernating to a cave blackout

Chorus x2

Verse 3:

I been in it for the past few days

tighter than fades I know 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 sum' 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 shot to pieces

coz niggas been biting some stupid shit I mean at beaches

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 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 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 cause lower levels you can go

take sun people and put them in Atlanta snow

Chorus