Lyrics Black Ice - George Young , Steph Simon

Black Ice, Little Trees in the mirror
Wiped down, you can see a little clearer

Uhh yea aye
I got my mind on green, i be posted while they sleep tight
Whips so clean they be posted at the green light

Aye this one too authentic, this little groove i finished
We make them moves y′all mimic, but keep them goofball gimmicks
This for my patnas kickin back and got they coupe all tinted
Or prolly steer that old school like its a newborn in it
Forever G in nike socks and a Houston fitted
The best kept secret, til my cover, it was blew on Ventage
I just, laid low, played the game how it go
Take the pain, body blows, make some change, adios
Take pride in yo ride like a playa should
Roll like Spice Adams through yo favorite hood
Come hit the city once, you might stay for good
Pull the baddest on the planet, shit i think i could
With a fresh chop, wipin down the wet spots
In these dead stocks, talkin shit like Red Fox
And I hope your breasts pop out that mesh top
Baby, its the best out back to wreck shop

Black Ice, Little Trees in the mirror
Wiped down, you can see a little clearer
I leave that bullshit up in the rear
These niggas ain't close as they appear
Black Ice, big trees in the system
Pipes Loud, if you blink, you might′ve missed em
I leave that bullshit up in the rear
These niggas ain't close as they appear

Well let me tell you bout that Tulsa Oklahoma shit
Black Wall Streeter, ain't no leasin we buy ownership
Man i still remember, (uh) seeing Flip in my shopping center
Sellin tapes up out that trunk back in 1990 somethin
I went home and i seen him on the tv screen
That′s when i told myself that i can do the same thing
Fast forward, now my name ring, might catch me round the way
Might see me pullin out of Shipley′s on a cheat day
Any given Sunday might ride The Loop or the B.A
Just for inspiration, no obligations on my plate
My bike where yo fifth wheel hang, might stop to ride the shit
Don't mean to flex, this shit cost more than your appliances
Always knew i had it, just had to apply it
Now all the pretty Lex P′s know my songs and recite it
North Houston, North Tulsa, 8 hours to drive it
Grab a Sprinter, fill some Jims up inside it, that's how we ridin like

Black Ice, Little Trees in the mirror
Wiped down, you can see a little clearer
I leave that bullshit up in the rear
These niggas ain′t close as they appear
Black Ice, big trees in the system
Pipes Loud, if you blink, you might've missed em
I leave that bullshit up in the rear
These niggas ain′t close as they appear

Why these niggas talk about they cars so much?
Aye mayne the shit is so spread out, can't get no broads on the bus
You can get up off your ass or you can starve in the cut
Back when the stars in yo hood, had cars like stars for the Rockets
Raise they roof up like when Cooper used to ball for the Comets
Fore' you ever got on Youtube putting bars in the comments
Local labels independence showed the largest of profits
And that was influential, floating on instrumentals
Back when most my favorite albums had covers by Pen & Pixel
My pops had that 5.0, no tinted windows
Swear i used to rock Geneva′s with pride, til Pimp had dissed those
Was 16 headed to Kirby with season passes
Back when Chris got his learners permit, scooped me and Bastian
And he wasn′t even gaspin when sirens was speeding past us
But he had him a Revolver, a 40, weed on the dash under

Black Ice, Little Trees in the mirror
Wiped down, you can see a little clearer
I leave that bullshit up in the rear
These niggas ain't close as they appear
Black Ice, big trees in the system
Pipes Loud, if you blink, you might′ve missed em
I leave that bullshit up in the rear
These niggas ain't close as they appear

Trill workin the wheel
Trill workin the wheel
Trill workin the wheel, a pimp like the Pimp
A pimp like the Pimp
A pimp like the Pimp
Trill workin the wheel, a pimp like the Pimp