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