(Vanilla Ice, Earthquake, M. Smooth, G. Anderson, P. Loomis)
Yo! Here comes the intro
It's time to let it go
I live the life of my rhyme, I think I'll let it show
So, keep it goin' so the mic can stay warm
Then I know I've been doin' my job 'cause there'll be sweat pourin'
So pick and choose your weapon but don't slip
I'm here to kill you boys with the flex of my mic grip
So pump your fist like this, but don't miss
The hook and the break when you decide to dance to this
Lyrical concept that's meant for the dance floor
I know you adore 'cause that's what you came for
The Ice rhymer is back and livin' large
And when I'm at a show you better wear camouflage
'Cause there was plenty who thought I couldn't swing this
But now all I get from the crowd is just a pumped fist
So sing along with the chorus 'cause it's a hit
Or stay at home alone 'cause Ice will be workin' it
Work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work
it, work it. Work it, Ice, yea! C'mon and work it baby
Work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work
it, work it. Work it, Ice, yea! C'mon and work it baby
Go white boy, go white boy, go!
Check out the hook. Vanilla Ice, yep, yep
I'm makin' a killin' and chillin' because I'm cool as an ice pack
You're lovin' everything when I think of a new track
I keep my rhyme flowin', notice it's right on time
And separate the wax and keep my mic in line
so put your body in motion and let me know that you're there
And those playin' the wall don't be scared
'Cause it's a foundation of breaks put to a beat
Strong as concrete 'cause I'm rockin' the beat
I'm in rock mode now' cause I'm steppin' like a soldier
Move to the groove and try to hold your composure
Never the less I'm back to attack
I came to manifest, and express to this dope track
Blow off the lid for the kid I get nice
That's why the ladies scraem...Oh! Vanilla Ice!
Forthcomin' I'm risin' to the top
The real definition of funk is put to hip hop
That's what I though, you're cause by the friction
Pens to the pad when I'm shakin' the mixin'
What I like to hear is a drummer get wicked
The tone of a vocal thrown and then kick it
Don't be surprised if your eyeballs swell
I know it's hard to regard 'cause I'm loved by the females
Masses of many, which is plenty, comes to a halt
No one's in the runnin', so I guess that is my fault
So pump up the crowd and give 'em somethin' to step to
My DJ's at his max to enhance what I bring you
The concepts hittin' so follow along like a cookbook
Acknowledge the pros from all the titles I took, yea
The crowd's at ease when I breat through the mic end
As I whip up a dance better move all the mic stands
I go to work on the floor like a wet mop
If you've ever been moved, check it out when I rock
(Repeat chorus)
Throw your hands in the air and let's get hyper
Flip this thing and sting like a viper
Rollin' with the rhythm, I did it for my opponent
If there was a crown to be taken, yea, I would own it
Believe that my rhyme is spoken like it has to be
With slang to stain it's a sheer catastrophe
Sheer to the point, to the point it's like lethal
The dope that I'm sellin' is not even illegal
But, still knowck you out with clout to make you shout
To rock the party people sho 'em what it's all about
Money, yea, is the key to all problems
If you believe that, then you should surely solve 'em
'Cause i got the key, the key to attack
The knowledge from my dome, from the top of my track
To my foes, I can show I can flow 'cause I'm legit
Thinkin' of a new dance, Ice will be workin' it
(Repeat chorus)
Produced by Vanilla Ice, Earthquake,
Paul Loomis, George Anderson
Published by Ice Baby Music/QPM Music (BMI)
(Performed by Derek B)
To the people in the front
and all the people in the back row
Nice to see y'all jammin left to
right toe to toe
No more introductions you know
who I am
If you don't I couldn't really
give a damm!
So just slide to the glide of the
rhyme in motion
Or rock to the rhythm of this magic potion
To have an opinion, not to follow a crowd,
Brothers and sisters say it loud
Not here to depress, only to stress
Yes, we can all get out of this mess
My license revoked, people think I choked,
try to hange me with the rope, but nope,
see I'm too dope.
CHORUS
Everybody
You've gotta look up
You've gotta
Everybody
Don't ever look down
Don't let them put you down
With a bang the bass kicks once again,
I'll repeat myself try to tell you again
No, not a politician or an
obstitrician
Just a down young man who watches and
listens
Weary of the system tryin to rip us off
So they let you use drugs so your mind goes soft
confused, amused at what the papers say
Never get their facts straight anyway
'cos I've lived through the night of a 1000 knives
Watched journalistic murder with
my damn eyes
seen 'em make, take, break many peoples lives
fillin up the public with nothing but lies
Livin in a class segregated nation
Gutter press, comicbooks, mind information
Try to keep me quiet just sittin in the corner
But my name is Derek B
not Little Jack Horner.
CHORUS x 2
The plot thickens as the rhyme goes on
Can you hear "woo yea" anywhere
in this song
Let me take a breath, let me get some space
Hold tight let's kick in the bass,
Out of fourth gear rhyme in to cruise,
Lyrical language, bring you more news
If you have no ambition, no heart, or gold
No ambition no heart no soul
Gotta play to win no second place
Why do you think they call this the human race
Don't wanna be classified or be trendy
don't like junkfood especially Wendy's
No ad in no mag tells me what to wear
or for that matter what to do with my hair
Not a hip house or hip hop just my kinda song
delivered by the young black Capricorn.
CHORUS
Life is much bigger than colour and greed
so slow down and on't feed your greed
everyman for himself that's not the way to go
stick together then we'll all go
one world one colour one people as we dance
get on the dancefloor
now is your chance to express yourself by the way you move
the rhyme.... ambassador here's my groove
CHORUS x 2
Written by D. Boland
Produced by: NYC & Costello
Programmed by: D. Carter & NYC & Costello
Mixed and Engineered by Hot Black Four
Recorded at: Matrix Studios, UK
Mixed by Gail "Sky" King at Soundworks, New York
Engineered by Hugy Dwyer at Soundworks, New York
Published by Copyright Control
Yo, Vanilla, kick it one time, boy!
Yo, VIP, let's kick it!
Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killin your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less that the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye
The kid dont play
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla [4x]
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they're not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just to say HI
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
Yo, so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The Chumps are acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine
All I heard were shells
Fallin on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm tryin to get away before the jackers jacke
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla [4x]
Take heed, 'cos I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay palays on the fade, slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it!
Check out the hook while Deshay revolves it
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla [4x]
Yo man, let's get out of here!
Word to your mother!
Ice Ice baby, too cold
Ice Ice baby, too cold, too cold [3x]
Ice Quote From Cape Fear
I aint no white trash piece of shit
I better than you all
I can out think you
I can out learn you
And I can out philosopherphy you
Phone Message Vampiro
Hey Ice
Its Vampiro fom WCW
I'm just chillen with ICP here at the Wafflehouse
I'm just callin to say what's up
Haven't met ya yet, but I'm sure I will
I'll see ya later man, Peace
There is little doubt that behind these words there is still a longing to know G-d;and to find protection in this Valley of Tears, or this lousy, stinkin' world.
(Performed by Vanilla Ice)
It's not what you say
It's how you say it
Give me a microphone
On stage, I'll display it
Playing me right and you'll get played out
Like Polka dots and people will shout
Dirty words cause you're a nerd
I'm first, you're third
It's absurd to think that you heard
Better rhymes than these
I'm bringing sucker MC's, down to their knees
Tease your thoughts like a feather to atoe
Although the beat seems slow
My groove will still flow
My rhymes are soulful art
That makes your heart dance
Melodic tones move your mind to a quick trance
Everytime I rhyme I find the audience is
Mine, caught by every line
Sparkle like a gem with my golden voice
POSSE: "Why do they love you man?"
I'm the people's choice
CHORUS
I wanna thank you for lettin' me
Be myself
I wanna thank you, uh
Thank you baby
I wanna thank you for lettin' me
Be myself
I wanna thank you, uh
Thank you baby
Let's swing it
Step aside or you'll get stepped on
Cause I'm steppin' real hard an my rhymes
are real strong
Just like Atilla, an MC killer
A crowd thriller, no once chiller than the man
With the mic in his hand, I"m a trip
All the girls on my tip
Fellas are jealous so I put in the clip
Of my 9-millimeter, GLOCK at my hip
fifteen shells all over the place
They would chase, if it wouldn't disgrace
The date that they came with
Cause that would be a dis
Tsk, tsk, they don't know what they missed
A chance to dance with the man with
The golden voice
POSSE: "Why do they love you, man?"
I'm the people's choice
CHORUS
Sucker MC's - I scare 'em
Girlies - I gotta love 'em
Rhymes - comin' out of my ears
the competition - in tears
Slick dance moves - by the dozens
Battles - please step up 'cause I love 'em
Settin' up suckers like pins on a bowling ball
And you're gonna fall
You won't hit, it's a bottomless pit
Of rhymes, comin' straight from the mind
Of a genius, and I can't be modest
When I make a threat, you bet I keep it
Like a promise, so
Shake like a leaf when you see me comin'
Frankly, you're better off runnin', fast
And don't look back, wack
Go take a nap, get off that crack, jack
Crowds move by the sound of my golden voice
POSSE: "Why do they love you, man?"
I'm the people's choice
CHORUS
Written by Vanilla Ice, Gail "Sky" King, Pricesa, Sylvester Stewart
Produced by: Vanilla Ice & Gail "Sky" King
Mixed by: Gail "Sky" King and David Sussman
Recording Engineer: Kieran Walsh
Keyboards and Programming: Joey Moskowitz
Guitar: Teddy Kumpel
Bass: Joe Quinde
Drums: Lee Finkelstein
Trumpet: Ron Fox
Sax: Mario Cruz
Background Vocals: D & D Posse
Recorded at: D & D Recording, New York
and Ameraycan Studios, Los Angeles
Mixed at Summa Music Group, Los Angeles
Published by EMI Blackwood Music Inc./QPM Music/ Ice Baby Music (BMI)/
Sky King Music (ASCAP)/Myjack Music, Admin. by Warner Tamerlane Pub. Corp. (BMI)
Now here’s a Zig Zag story while I’m writing this song
Sit back relax I’m igniting this bong
Picture this sandy beaches dimes wearin thongs
Serving mixed drinks to me all night long
With me feet back puffin on my weed sack
Shit you can’t believe that people ask me
Where you buy your trees at
Got the Bombay Ganje lime green
Sticky icky Ganja got me needing Visine
Like a magic carpet ride come fly with me
And this is for my homies that get high with me
Just crack the Phillie open cause we keep on smoking
Dimes rubbin on lotion
Feet soaking in the ocean
On a tropical Island staying sunny
We outta Phillies take these skins somebody roll a Mummy
Now people say money makes the world go round
So come escape with me and let’s puff on a pound.
Chorus:
So high fly through the sky
And ride my life high
Fly through the sky
No matter what you say
Feeling so alright so Ire today
Fire de go blaze
No responsibility man
No responsible
Me I go rolling a fat blunt
Smoking the fat blunt
This is my goal.
Take it easy Rastaman
I will now go blaze
From Kingston Jamaica
Bombay to India
Smoking in the air
What da da da day
Some of them are smoking
Weed to take away frustration
I and I do it for me aggravation
Dreadlock to Babylon are selling everyday
Come me say
Bringing it back on the boat back to the USA
With the ganja me floating me floating away
Why not come and puff with me and then we go fly away
Chorus repeat
Well it’s the sticky icky bomb Holmes
Got the fat sacks puffier than Sean Combs
It’s the Ice man back blowin dookie out the nostrils
In the studio creating shit that’s colossal
Apostle of the green bud see me bleemed up
In my 430 Lexus off in Texas teamed up
With the Darkman and we’re blazing
Some headbanging shit yo the Ice’ll come equipped
To spit with the best cause I’m all about mine
I got dimes of smoke that’ll make you float on cloud nine
Then I shine just like a beacon in the night
Pass me the Thai I get high on the mic
For real a zig zag story for my peeps
Bangin in the Jeeps while you slang it in the streets
Like Napalm I’m way gone and now it’s time to bounce
It’s the weed song come with me and smoke an ounce
Chorus repeat
(Vanilla Ice, M. Smooth, Earthquake, P.Loomis)
1,2,3,4.
It was an average night backstage at a show
I seen this girlie that I knew, she was a cutie and Yo!
She had it goin' on from her head to her feet
Her shape was so petite, and so unique
Her eyes flamed with passion like she was possessed
As I shivered and quivered while she rubbed on my chest
'Slaved and engraved I couldn't scream
Moaning and groaning like she could take on the A-Team
I was one of many that she'd choose
Do me, pursue me, twice as nice but don't refuse
Leaving her breathless as the sweat poured on
The spot that I was in was so soft and warm
This was far from a story you will find in a book
Hot off the platter, and boy, could she cook
Roastin' my body it left a stain in my brain
And all I kept sayin' to myself was
Stop that train, I wanna' get off
Stop that train, I wanna' get off
Oh my God, what have I got into?
Sooner or later I thought she'd get the clue
'Cause my body was tired and full of sweat and perspire
The situation I was in could've start'd a campfire
No more skeezin' and teasin' for the Ice right now
I found me a corner, play it cool for a while
Just mackin' and schemin' on a woman I thought was cool
But now I realize that the Ice was the fool
'Cause a woman will play you, lay you and obey you
You better watch your back 'cause a woman will slay you
Not to mention the one who got me
Yea, she got me, the I-C-E
But, back to the story of a one night stand
I thought I was strong but she was He-man
Lovin' every second tryin' to make me blush
And all 'n all it was for the lust
I though, she was an angel and soft as a cream puff
Until I seen her come out with the whip and handcuffs
Breathin' down my neck I was scared to death
The sweat from my body as it rolls down my neck
And out of all nights, where was my crew?
'Cause this was somethin' I didn't know what to do
D already told me that the girlie was strange
But I didn't know until she pulled out the chains
Walkin' and stalkin' towards me with a plan
And now I regret all the things I was sayin'
Now the moment is critical, so what should I do?
Leave while I can, or just take the abuse
Now I'm drippin' with sweat, Why? 'Cause I'm afraid
Handcuffs and chains is a game I don't play
No doubt in my mind that the girlie is the boss
Stop this train 'cause I wanna get off
Stop that train, I wanna' get off
Stop that train, I wanna' get off
Later on that night as it got worse
My body's steamin' up and I was ready to burst
She had me hot as a skillet taken from a flame
And my admission was free for me to ride on this train
Yea, I must admit to myself, it was fun
But, now I'm lookin' for my shoes, I'm ready to run
So, now I'm hopin' and prayin' for the moment to come
'Cause I couldn't move and my body was numb.
So, now what have I done to get myself into this?
It started from a kiss, now I'm ready to resist
I couldn't take it no more, on the bed, or the floor
My knees were gettin' weak and my back was gettin' sore
The room was destroyed, not to mention my body
Why did I ever tell her to "Pump it, Hottie?"
What could I do to just ease the pain?
I think I'll let the hook just try to explain
Stop that train, I wanna' get off
Stop that train, I wanna' get off
Produced by Vanilla Ice
Published by Ice Baby Music/QPM (BMI)
Written by: Vanilla Ice, Zero, Tha Hit Men Produced by: Vanilla Ice & Zero Published by: Ice Baby Music, Inc., DJ Zero Music, Inc., BMI. Background vocals (rap) by: Vanilla Ice Mix by: Vanilla Ice and Zero Synchclavier engineer: Rober Wechsler Recorded & mixed at Luminous Sound Studios, Inc.
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
I'm back and I'm ringin' the bell
A rockin' on the mike while the fly girls yell
In ecstasy in the back of me
Well that's my DJ Deshay cuttin' all them Z's
Hittin' hard and the girlies goin' crazy
Vanilla's on the mike, man I'm not lazy.
I'm lettin' my drug kick in
It controls my mouth and I begin
To just let it flow, let my concepts go
My posse's to the side yellin', Go Vanilla Go!
Smooth 'cause that's the way I will be
And if you don't give a damn, then
Why you starin' at me
So get off 'cause I control the stage
There's no dissin' allowed
I'm in my own phase
The girlies sa y they love me and that is ok
And I can dance better than any kid n' play
Play that funky music Come on Come on
Play that funky music, white boy I can't hear you, say it,
Play that funky music say it, say it, say
Play that funky music, white boy it, come on
Yea, a
little bit louder
now come on, come on
Stage 2 -- Yea the one ya' wanna listen to
It's off my head so let the beat play through
So I can funk it up and make it sound good
1-2-3 Yo -- Knock on some wood
For good luck, I like my rhymes atrocious
Supercalafragilisticexpialidocious
I'm an effect and that you can bet
I can take a fly girl and make her wet.
I'm like Samson -- Samson to Delilah
There's no denyin', You can try to hang
But you'll keep tryin' to get my style
Over and over, practice makes perfect
But not if you're a loafer.
You'll get nowhere, no place, no time, no girls
Soon -- Oh my God, homebody, you probably eat
Spaghetti with a spoon! Come on and say it!
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music Come on Come on
Play that funky music white boy Let's do it
VIP. Vanilla Ice yep, yep, I'm comin' hard like a rhino
Intoxicating so you stagger like a wino
So punks stop trying and girl stop cryin'
Vanilla Ice is sellin' and you people are buyin'
'Cause why the freaks are jockin' like Crazy Glue
Movin' and groovin' trying to sing along
All through the ghetto groovin' this here song
Now you're amazed by the VIP posse.
Steppin' so hard like a German Nazi
Startled by the bases hittin' ground
There's no trippin' on mine, I'm just gettin' down
Sparkamatic, I'm hangin' tight like a fanatic
You trapped me once and I thought that
You might have it
So step down and lend me your ear
'89 in my time! You, '90 is my year.
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music Come on, Come on, I
Play that funky music white boy can't hear you
You're weakenin' fast, YO! and I can tell it
Your body's gettin' hot, so, so I can smell it
So don't be mad and don't be sad
'Cause the lyrics belong to ICE, You can call me Dad
You're pitchin' a fit, so step back and endure
Let the witch doctor, Ice, do the dance to cure
So come up close and don't be square
You wanna battle me -- Anytime, anywhere
You thought that I was weak, Boy, you're dead wrong
So come on, everybody and sing this song
Say -- Play that funky music Say, go white boy, go white boy go
play that funky music Go white boy, go white boy, go
Lay down and boogie and play that funky music till you die.
Play that funky music Come on, Come on, let me hear
Play that funky music white boy you say it, say it
Play that funky music A little louder now
Play that funky music, white boy Come on, Come on, Come on
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
I'm back and I'm ringin' the bell
A rockin' on the mike while the fly girls yell
In ecstasy in the back of me
Well that's my DJ Deshay cuttin' all them Z's
Hittin' hard and the girlies goin' crazy
Vanilla's on the mike, man I'm not lazy
I'm lettin' my drug kick in
It controls my mouth and I begin
To just let it flow, let my concepts go
My posse's to the side yellin', Go Vanilla Go!
Smooth 'cause that's the way I will be
And if you don't give a damn, then
Why you starin' at me
So get off 'cause I control the stage
There's no dissin' allowed
I'm in my own phase
The girlies say they love me and that is ok
And I can dance better than any kid n' play
Play that funky music Come on Come on
Play that funky music, white boy I can't hear you, say it
Play that funky music say it, say it, say
Play that funky music, white boy it, come on
Yea, a little bit louder
now come on, come on
Stage 2 -- Yea the one ya' wanna listen to
It's off my head so let the beat play through
So I can funk it up and make it sound good
1-2-3 Yo -- Knock on some wood
For good luck, I like my rhymes atrocious
Supercalafragilisticexpialidocious
I'm an effect and that you can bet
I can take a fly girl and make her wet
I'm like Samson -- Samson to Delilah
There's no denyin', You can try to hang
But you'll keep tryin' to get my style
Over and over, practice makes perfect
But not if you're a loafer
You'll get nowhere, no place, no time, no girls
Soon -- Oh my God, homebody, you probably eat
Spaghetti with a spoon! Come on and say it!
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music Come on Come on
Play that funky music white boy Let's do it
VIP. Vanilla Ice yep, yep, I'm comin' hard like a rhino
Intoxicating so you stagger like a wino
So punks stop trying and girl stop cryin'
Vanilla Ice is sellin' and you people are buyin'
'Cause why the freaks are jockin' like Crazy Glue
Movin' and groovin' trying to sing along
All through the ghetto groovin' this here song
Now you're amazed by the VIP posse
Steppin' so hard like a German Nazi
Startled by the bases hittin' ground
There's no trippin' on mine, I'm just gettin' down
Sparkamatic, I'm hangin' tight like a fanatic
You trapped me once and I thought that
You might have it
So step down and lend me your ear
'89 in my time! You, '90 is my year
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music Come on, Come on, I
Play that funky music white boy can't hear you
You're weakenin' fast, YO! and I can tell it
Your body's gettin' hot, so, so I can smell it
So don't be mad and don't be sad
'Cause the lyrics belong to ICE, You can call me Dad
You're pitchin' a fit, so step back and endure
Let the witch doctor, Ice, do the dance to cure
So come up close and don't be square
You wanna battle me -- Anytime, anywhere
You thought that I was weak, Boy, you're dead wrong
So come on, everybody and sing this song
Say -- Play that funky music Say, go white boy, go white boy go
play that funky music Go white boy, go white boy, go
Lay down and boogie and play that funky music till you die
Play that funky music Come on, Come on, let me hear
Play that funky music white boy you say it, say it
Play that funky music A little louder now
Play that funky music, white boy Come on, Come on, Come on
Play that funky music
(Vanilla Ice, W. Stallings, Craig Pride)
Strictly from the islands, Vanilla Ice
The man jam down reggae music
Mash it up Ice, Mash it
I got the rhyme to keep the body pumpin'
Turn the party out while the people are jumpin'
Reggae style at the top of my list
Is hitting real hard like Mike Tyson's fist
It is so good that the girlies goin' crazy
Vanilla's on the mic and you know I'm not lazy
I'm pumpin' up the lyrics in a smooth way
I drop 'em like a bum rush much as what we say
The other MC's try to duplicate
But with the Rosta man they just mediate
Rosta man you be jammin' so smooth
You rockin' on the mic and you can only improve
Rosta man you know you sound so sweet
I like the way you put the lyrics to the funky beat
Ah rae rue, re rae rah
Reggae rock has the style to chase the blues away
Ah rae rue, re rae rah
Reggae rock has the style to chase the blues away
Me and I, myself and you
The Rosta man, DeShay and the rest of my crew
Reggae music's been around for a while
Vanilla Ice is doin' it the hip hop style
Because this is the one that we call the rae rue
Everybody out there you know just what to do
Just clap your hands and stomp your feet
Move around to the sound of the reggae beat
No push, no fall, no shove, no trip
The Rosta man wants you get with it
(Repeat chorus)
Well the people out there let me hear you scream
If you want to get down and you want to be seen
Then jump up my man, do the Rosta man
Move your head up and down to the reggae jam
Just shake your arms and move your hips
All you females out there let me shake your
And just get down like you're makin' love
All you people who believe in God above
(Repeat chorus)
From the ah rae rue, the re rae rah
The Jack Tar village in Jamaica
Ocho Rios or the way to Kingston
If we go back to the homeland again
Back on tour from city to city
Rollin' with the girls with the big, big ahhh...
Pity the fool who step it to me
I drop 'em like a fly, I better get the flea
(Repeat chorus)
Produced by Wayne Stallings and Darryl Williams
Published by T.C. & Floyd Music/Ice Baby Music/QPM Music (BMI)
Written by: Vanilla Ice, Zero, Rod Johnson, Darryl Delite
Allamby
Produced by: Vanilla Ice & Zero.
Published by: Ice Baby Music, DJ Zero Music, BMI
Mix by: Vanilla Ice
Lead guitar: Andy Timmons
Synchclavier engineer: Robert Wechsler
Recorded & Mixed at Luminous Studios, Inc.
Roll 'em up roll up the hooty mac, rollem up
Rol 'em up, rollem up rollem up.....
I need some herbs and spices,
So I can feel nices,
The breeze, coolin like a summertree.
Cuz it's the I-C-E and you know I got the feel it.
I score it, and I ain't gotta steal it.
So brang on the sack that's phat,
Ya know
I love my is izm and the 1.5,
Cuz I get 'em.
Everytime I get a little hit of tha hummm
The skunk, and the funk feels good to my lungs.
Fire, fire, the izm is my desire,
And I need to get it quick cause it's callin me.
Come and roll me up please I-C-E,
Light the hooty mac, so we can start the par-ty.
You know I smoke good stuff, so go and get the bong,
Gong - diddlee bong, once again you know it's on - huh,
You feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it
Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it.
You see everytime I wake up, I got to clear my head,
But I clear it with ?ess, cause it goes with my dreds.
And I can't stand to run out, cause if you do I get illy,
Never get silly, so pass me the philly.
Blunt, and no I dn't front like Zero,
Who wears a chronic hat but always says no,
But I say yes, and I get it off my chest.
Bring the bo, bring the skunk, and I hit the phunky ?ess,
Check it, you ain't gotta test it,
It's the mad bomb and I've already blessed it.
Checka 1-2, and tell me how ya do,
When you hear the dirty budda when the buzz comes through.
I ain't tryin to front, cause I'm gettin' what I want.
Take a chunk of phunk, leave the sack in my trunk.
Yeh, you feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it
Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it.
Roll 'em up the hooty mac, that what I said
Now tell me how you feelin'.
Don't it feel good enought to jump and touch the ceiling.
It's on, It's on, I feel it comin on.
It's good to the bone, cause the buzz is real strong.
Even though I can not stand it, but I recomment it,
Especially when ya sick with that cold, so spend it.
You know that twenty dollars that yo've saved
Throughout the week,
If you're a non smoker, then please don't try to speak.
The plan, the plan ya know I've got a plan,
Squirrels go thte goods, now tell me whos the man.
But not really the man that you call when you want it,
Ya know I stay legit, and I've got to stay up on it.
On and On You geve me a Ho....
And what I want to do, then I'll let you know.
You feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it
Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it.
What, what, what you gonna do?
Like leeches suckin on your money for blood
To have power, buy all you people's love
Dont give a damn how you get it, as long as you get it
Never split it, I aint with it, whatever way you did it
Step off! Cause I aint got no time for your kind
Leave me the fuck alone, Im headin in a new state of mind
And Im sick of playin all your games
You stainin my brain and things will never be the same
Primal
You cant hide long with all your lies
And when the truth comes out to stand the test of time
And you can wear your mask and you can hide your face
You can destroy your past and you can leave no trace
So you can change, trying to rearrange fuck stayin the same
Cause your brain's what I blame for me going insane
Now let it out and try to survive and keep it real
Then reveal what you feel with you primal side
Chorus:
Dont make me hate you for your lies
Dont make me hate you I can't relate to
Guess I mistaked you, now Im gonna hate you
I came to grips and realized
I realized, now I realized, I realized I can see it in your eyes
I can't control my primal side
I cant control it, I cant control it, I cant control it, No I cant control it
Illusions, tattoos, they wont go away
A constant earthquake or continuous play
It's all in my mind, I feel so corrupted
Now it's time to unwind so I say fuck it
For ADD they're pumpin Ritalin in me
To help me fit in their society
But I wont change, I wont bend, I wont break
So take that shit and get the fuck outta my face
NOW!
Dont make me hate you for your lies
Dont make me hate you I can't relate to
Guess I mistaked you, now Im gonna hate you
I came to grips and realized
I realized, now I realized, I realized I can see it in your eyes
I can't control my primal side
I cant control it, I cant control it, I cant control it, No I cant control it
You can wear you mask, you can hide your face
You can destroy your past, you can leave no trace
Dont make me hate you for your lies
Dont make me hate you I can't relate to
Guess I mistaked you, now Im gonna hate you
I came to grips and realized
I realized, now I realized, I realized I can see it in your eyes
I can't control my primal side
I cant control it, I cant control it, I cant control it, No I cant control it
Guess who's back.....
Chorus:
OKS original killa shit that'll leave yo wrists slit
OKS niggas with the biscuits mobbin through your district splifted on some sick shit
raisin' up from my tomb
time warp on a dime off the shrooms
zoom in let me take your mind on a journey
see what I see visions of bodies burnin'
like turnin a pistol and pointin it to your dome
cock it back squeeze the trigger blow and it's on
brains gone, thrown out the back of your cranium
trippin' on your shorts, left your ass a corpse on your Ma's front porch
about to torch down the house
caught your mama and her spouse fuckin on the couch like south
bout to make moves off your fam bam
madman lyrically from rap to seran next plan
let me expand on my artwork genius in my reality
pure insanity can it be the angel dust that turns your brains to dust
bust lyrics strangle us no one is insane as us
Chorus:
OKS original killa shit that'll leave yo wrists slit
OKS niggas with the biscuits mobbin through your district splifted on some sick shit
takin puffs on the smoke I call the Anti-Christ
got me seein red and purple lights
mixed with black dots
peep the backdrop of the crime scene
niggas seein' 19" I'm seein' widescreen
so much red Visine can't get it out
from the rage of the slugs as the iron spit it out
it is I Psycho palmin' the Desert Eagle
creepin' through your blocks in the crypt colored Reagal
pure evil bumpin brother Lynch season of the sick
how you gonna reason with the Psycho I'm the desolate
watch the devil spit, call the exorcist
satanic messages, got me wearin nigases for necklaces
yes it is the messenger of death watch yo step
I'm quite wicked
make a motherfucker leak his life liquid
so why risk it it's a suicide
when it comes to you and I
do or fly nigga you will die
Written by: Vanilla Ice, Zero, Rod Johnson
Produced by: Vanilla Ice & Zero
Published by: Ice Baby Music, Inc., DJ Zero Music,
Inc., BMI.
Keyboards: Darryl Delite Allamby
Mix by: Vanilla Ice
Synchclavier engineer: Rober Wechsler
Recorded & mixed at Luminous Sound Studios, Inc.
Oh My Gosh, Oh My Gosh
Oh My Gosh, Oh My Gosh
Oh My Gosh, Oh My Gosh
Hey you check it I think it's time
To wreck it.
So here I go again witht he stuff
So let's test it.
Cool like tha ice Vanilla here's the flava
Freezin' up tha mic to hit ya with
So you can savor.
No slippin' nor stonin' gettin' straight
To tha poinst.
Hit tha mad izm and light another joint
Tha easy like style is what I kick when
I'm kickin' no trippin' I'm spliffin'
So get a good wiff and get with tha style,
That I'm using no guessin'
So here's a quick lesson I got my Smith & Wesson
Listen up close and there will be no confusion
Now you're addicted to mentally abuse it.
Word to tha mutha, I'm here to tear it up,
And if ya can't get with it, I don't give a
So run and tell ya crew and tell 'em ICE is
Near this here is for tha people the ICE is
Rated lethal.
Here I come with tha nine in my hand,
It's time to wreck shop now tell me who's
The man.
Just like Ali I'm tha thriller in Manilla,
Tearin' stuff up like my man godzilla.
Makin' tha suckers drop when ya steppin'
To my zone comin' straight up like my man
Al Capone.
You try to cross me up I'll jump you like
You was a checker,
And like jerry Rice I'm into breakin' all records.
Rollin' with my crew firm up a blunt,
My hands on tha pump bust u on beachfront.
In case you forgot I'm here to remind you,
I'm chiller, chiller than the ice on Vanilla.
Word, word to tha herb as you heard,
I'm hittin' 3 pointers just like Larry Bird.
you can't touch this, welcome to tha hit list
Try to play me out, you catch a big fist quick.
Pop in ya eye, don't try to ask me why.
Cause it's like that fool ya hangin' with tha ICE,
Cause it's cool and like I said this here's for
Tha people tha ICE is rated lethal.
It goes a 1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4.
The ICE be tha leader, so open up tha door.
Check it out, cuz what I'm all about is gettin'
Mad paid, cuz the green is real sticky.
My stuff is kinda tricky, so listen up close.
And when ya ask tha ladies they love tha ICE
Tha most.
So open up ya car and look inside here
And keep ya self in line you and please don't
Stare.
Cuz cool is how I'm coolin' and there just
Isn't nuttin' to it.
Don't ask me no questions, cuz you alrady kew.
Now get with tha program and listen to tha style,
So lend me an ear so I can get buckwild.
Ya girly can't resist it so chill while I kick it,
So bur a hootie mac so go ahead and twist it.
My records on tha table, I'm droppin' it on tha
Needle, this here is for tha people that ICE is
Rated lethal.
(performed by d’new featuring temple)
It seemed so nice
From the start
Our hearts could not be torn apart
We’d be together
But only diamonds last forever
Jealous was my lover
Told me that there was no other
Music and lyrics by chris cuben-tatum
Produced by chris cuben-tatum
For ceoncept enterprises international
Saxophone by d’new
Lead vocals by temple
Background vocals by cct
Mediterranean patois by deanna khishaba
Recorded and mixed by chris cuben-tatum
At concept enterprises international studios-chicago
Published by it’s cee cee tee music (bmi)
(Performed by Vanilla Ice)
Love at first sight and I recite
Feelings in my heart, I hope that we will never part
You are the girl for me and I wanna see
You and me together, baby I'll leave you never
Heartfelt emotions and desires, I'm on fire
Your love can take me higher
After this you know that I'll never, ever doubt you
Cause sweetheart, I never wanna be without you
CHORUS
Never wanna be without you, never, no
I never wanna be
I never wanna be without you, never, no
Ooooo
I never had a love affair like this
I wanna kiss your lips, hold on tight to your hips
Press your body real close, close than most
And every glass I'm gonna, to raise a toast
To our love and every moment we shared
And all the times you showed me that you cared
I love everything aout you and baby love
I never wanna be without you
CHORUS
Never wanna be without you, never, no
I never wanna be
I never wanna be without you, never, no
Ooooo
BRIDGE
Every time I think of you I get a rush
I wanna touch you very softly, can't you tell?
You're the one for me and you will always be
Our love will reach further than the eye can see
Cause I never...
CHORUS
Never wanna be without you, never, no
I never wanna be
I never wanna be without you, never, no
Ooooo
Never wanna be without you, never, no
I never wanna be
I never wanna be without you, never, no
Ooooo
Written by Vanilla Ice, Gail "Sky" King, Pricesa, Sylvester Stewart
Produced by: Vanilla Ice & Gail "Sky" King
Mixed by: Gail "Sky" King and David Sussman
Mix Engineer: David Sussman
Recording Engineer: Kieran Walsh
Keyboards and Programming: Peter Daou
Vocals and Vocal Arrangements: Will Downing
Recorded at D & D Recording, New York
Mixed at: Summa Music Group, Los Angeles
Published by EMI Blackwood Music Inc./QPM Music/Ice Baby Music (BMI)/
Sky King Music (ASCAP)
Love at first sight and I recite
Feelings in my heart, I hope that we will never part
You are the girl for me and I wanna see
You and me together, baby I'll leave you never
Heartfelt emotions and desires, I'm on fire
Your love can take me higher
After this you know that I'll never, ever doubt you
Cause sweetheart, I never wanna be without you
CHORUS
Never wanna be without you, never, no
I never wanna be
I never wanna be without you, never, no
Ooooo
I never had a love affair like this
I wanna kiss your lips, hold on tight to your hips
Press your body real close, close than most
And every glass I'm gonna, to raise a toast
To our love and every moment we shared
And all the times you showed me that you cared
I love everything aout you and baby love
I never wanna be without you
CHORUS
Never wanna be without you, never, no
I never wanna be
I never wanna be without you, never, no
Ooooo
BRIDGE
Every time I think of you I get a rush
I wanna touch you very softly, can't you tell?
You're the one for me and you will always be
Our love will reach further than the eye can see
Cause I never...
CHORUS
Never wanna be without you, never, no
I never wanna be
I never wanna be without you, never, no
Ooooo
Never wanna be without you, never, no
I never wanna be
I never wanna be without you, never, no
Ooooo
Mudd Monster following me uh
It's hard but I really can't see uh
He lives inside the trees uh
Outside of New Orleans uh
He'll eat your flesh like Hannibal
Human type animal
Oh no he's after me uh
Mudd Monster psycho creature
Run, Run
No Face, no fingerprints to trace
Just like it never did take place
Bloody master psyco creature
Beware of the freak of nature
Screams of pain comin from the mud
Streams of rain up the blood
Half human half gorilla
Saskatchewan, cannibal killa
Chorus:
Psycho alien, stuck in my cranium
Psycho alien, leave me the fuck alone
Psycho alien, stuck in my cranium
Psycho alien, leave me the fuck alone
Nowhere to run to
No one to turn to
No one to help you
Time has come to die, die, die
Return to the dust from whence you came
The smell of blood is in the rain
And then his pleasure brings you pain
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Chorus:
Psycho alien, stuck in my cranium
Psycho alien, leave me the fuck alone
Psycho alien, stuck in my cranium
Psycho alien, leave me the fuck alone
Something is taking over
My brain is like a motor
Release me from these binds
Help me free my mind
Everyone's so disguised
Cant find truth in their eyes
Living this masquerade
Everyone's so afraid
Chorus:
To die is all we got
6 feet down our bodies rot
As our souls get released
Next our carcass lays deceased
Can't get it outta my head--8x
This is vituality
Someone Explain to me
I keep on seeing illusions
Of living institutions
Chorus:
To die is all we got
6 feet down our bodies rot
As our souls get released
Next our carcass lays deceased
Can't get it outta my head--8x
Dont wake me I'm feelin fine
I'm outta here in another time
I'm more alive even after I'm dead
Remember me with every breath
I am a holy soldier
I am a holy soldier
I am a holy soldier
I am a holy soldier
Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla Ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over "pop goes the weasel"
was a big fl-fl-flop flop
brother's didn't like your record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
but this ain't a dis `cause you sold gold
Still, I made a killin and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million
given my rhyming spice while my DJs on the slice
Vanilla Ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the Ice King
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
Chorus
Why is that I disperse
Why does God shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
Why is that I disperse
Why does God shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
It's my living condition
It's my living condition
It's my living condition
It's my living condition
Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on
I rock records, every record at random
Flyin heads, as the heads get full
Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn
To my tomb
I'm wicked as a witch on a broom stick
I smash bricks with one lick
Chorus
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
You don't get a second chance
Cause and tremors bring the scales in hand
Call the cops, the paramedics, the man's down
You wanna rock my bell so I broke them down
My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip
And you ain't nothing but my itty-bitty target
And as I walk through the valley of sin
I walk with all you - my friends
Produced by Ross Robinson
Yeah Vanillas' stand the world on a chair, yeah
Vanilla 'll knock 'em down on their rear, yeah
Vanilla 'll make 'em all stand up and cheer, yeah
He's the Vanilla, break, break, break down
Sparklin' like a towerin' inferno
You wanna' learn my songs, this ain't no journal
It blemished my rhyme because I'm drawin' the line
Don't celebrate too soon 'cause I'm goin' for mine
I'm just a character in a made up cartoon
Like Witchel and Hazel, boy, you're pushin' a broom
So get a new life or come equipped with the best
Mark another one for ice, let the microphone rest
Just listen to my groove, the beat is strong
And I'll rock it now, I need a microphone
I'm in the mood to dance, I'm in the mood to prance
You tried me once but now you're takin' a chance
Because I rock with flavor, hard as lifesaver
You asked for dope, ha that's what I gave ya'
A chance to go but now you move too slow
My juice is pumped and I'm ready to go
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's, let's, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's do this
Come on, it's, come on, let's do this
Real good into a new phase, pumpin' up the airwaves
And now you're amazed 'cause it's hip hop that you crave
Because I'm hyped like an addict, there's no drug involved
The only thing I need is my record revolved
Def comin' strong, hard like a matador
I saw my style, my soul, up on the dance floor
I wanna see ya shake, shake and shiver
You're a charity case, and I am the giver
Givin' you what you want but you're dumb and naive
You can't cope with the dop ice has conceived
Which is a dope jam, hotter than the third degree
You tried my style but I burn you see
I'm ice and I'm cold, I'm buildin' igloos of gold
You wanna bite my style, you gotta have soul
'Cause a dope like this is not easy to come by
You don't buy it on the street, it comes out your Hi-Fi
It's a party, come on, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's, let's, let's
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's do this
Come on, it's, come on, let's do this
Kick it over here
You think it's funny to lack but I'm a brother to Mack
The eight-O-eight kickin' base from a dope drum track
See the coolest of cool, kickin' cools silly fool
Your posse's takin' a dip and Vanilla's the pool
Get ready for my ritual, it's at its peak
Silly punks bow down let the lyricist speak
Intruders get slayed, my pockets get paid
The girlie is jockin' it and she just got laid
See I'm the press you elect, keep the record erect
In effect, damn, ain't that what you expect?
Earthquake is on the funk, my homie's not a punk
So take your antique rhymes and self 'em as junk
You see, we won't come front' and sellin' drugs and all that shit
Fake Caddies, mack daddies, ain't even legit
So, get a beeper, you're a sleeper and you need to wake up
So make the record transform so Cerwin Vegas
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's, let's do this
Come on, it's, come on, let's do this
We don't need no music
'Cause all we wanna' do
Is sing and dance and party down
I'm the best, he's the Vanilla
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's do this
Come on, it's, come on
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's, let's do this
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's, let's, let's
Come on, it's a party, come on, let's, let's do this
Phone Message Jeramy McGrath, Victor Sheldon
Yo Rob whats up?
It's MC and Slasher here
We heard about the new record
Cant wait to hear it
Alright call us...later
(Performed by Partners in Kryme Featuring Debbe Cole)
CHORUS:
L-O-V-E 2 L-O-V-E U
L-O-V-E 2 L-O-V-E U
RAP:
When it comes to love
I'm your M-A-N,
I put your heart to the test again and again
I got you coming up to air
Better check your pulse
This is multiple choice
Or true or false
Now here is the question, A, B or C
Do you feel you can deal with a man like me
Well if the answer is yes, no or maybe
You're still gonna love to love me baby...
When it'slate at night
I dream of holding you tight
There is a world of love that we must explore
Whenever you are near
It becomes so clear
I made you feel things you never felt before
When our bodies touch, it becomes too much
To diffuse this bomb you need the code
Now our temperatures rise and it's no surprise
You've just run out of time
I'm gonna explode
CHORUS
Love 2 love U, baby
2ND VERSE:
When I'm all alone
I sit by the phone
Wishing, hoping that you'll call
So I can talk to you about the things I do
You know I'm such a trip
That you're gonna fall
Run but you can't hide
Forget about my pride
I'm not too proud to beg
It's you that I crave
Yes, I'm in control
I want your heart and soul
And before I'm through you'll be my slave
Cause when you're lysing so close to me
There is no place I'd rather you be
Than with me, here
Ahh, love 2 love U, baby
2ND RAP VERSE:
Girl I'm like a panther
I've got the answer
Cool and smooth
You move like a dancer
You delight me, ignite and excite me
The others like to play the game
But you never fight me
Can't resist you
You know that I missed you
Caught inside your web
From the moent I kissed you
You love to love me
I know that you do
But believe it or not
I love to love you too
[EXTENDED RAP]
And you like my touch
so much that you shiver
Like the post office
I'm gonna deliver
With next day service
So don't get nervous
So put up a sign
Please don't disturb us
Rub your body with lotion
Whisper sweet nothing
Drop the love potion
Well you can kiss, squeeze or hug or rub me
Cause girl you're gonna
Love to love me
REPEATED VERSE:
When you are lygin so close to me
There is no place
I'd rather you be
Than with me, here
CHORUS:
Ahh, love 2 love U baby
REPEATED VERSE:
Run but you can't hide
Forget about my pride
I'm not too proud to beg
It's you that I crave
Yes I'm in control
I want you heart and soul
And before I'm through
You'll be my slave
Cause when you're lying so close to me
There is no place
I'd rather you be
Than with me, here
Ahh, love 2 love U baby
Written by Donna Summer, Peter Bellotte, Giorgio Moroder
Addition Music and Nedw Lyrics by
Mc Golden Voice and Keymaster Snow
Produced by: Partners in Kryme
Engineered by: Steve Seltzer
Recorded and Mixed at: Science Lab Studios
Remix and Additional Production by Freddy Bastone for
Bastone Music Company, Inc.
Keyboards and Additional Programming by Rick Bottari
Engineered by Russell Alavado
Remixed at: Unique Recording, New York
Published by Rick's Music/Sunday Music (BMI)/
EMI Blackwood Music Inc./Kikinit Music (BMI)
Written by: Vanilla Ice, Tha Hit Men, Zero
Produced by: Vanilla Ice, Tha Hit Men, Zero
Published by: Ice Baby Music, Inc., DJ Zero Music, Inc.,
Oliver and Cooley Music Publishing, BMI.
Talkbox: Jeffrey Smith
Bass: Mike daane
Drums: Davis Bickston
Guitar: Andy Timmons
Background vocals (rap): Vanilla Ice
Mix by: Vanilla Ice
Synchclavier engineer: Robert Wechsler
Recorded & Mixed at Luminous Studios, Inc.
iPolar is a double CD packaged as one
This is the beginning of SKABZ
Shaggy 2 Dope--
Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby what
from New York to L.A.
from Chile to Greece
from New Ghandi to your momma
we gives absolutly no fucks
Motha fucka
natural born serial murderers
mass mothafuckin murderin muderers
bitch, come and meet your maker
Violent J--
Im scary like Michael Jaskson up close
I like diggin up dead bodies
look at me Im gross
my name's Violent J but you can call me syphillis
gonorrhea the clap cause i infected this rap
you wanna know if i could ever kill somebody
well thats like askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail
I kill family, friends, myself
what, yeah, I'd kill myself if I could only survive
I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact thats how we met
I went up to kill him and he was thinkin the same shit
I pulled out a chainsaw, he pulled out and ax
I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, where'd u get that
it's natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you
it's like a dick all up in you, although I wouldn't now
look at us natural killas
the world most playa hated rapper
and the most hated group together like woooo!
Chorus--
mass murders
natural born killas
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya
mass murders
natural born killas
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya
Ice--
This aint no blair witch
beware bitch
Ill pick ur motherfuckin brain with an icepick
remember me
the V I C E
well heres my trilogy
Im outta captivity
rap cujo ya know my flow is ferocious
last survivor with a mouth full of cockroaches
I bring this hocus pocus
you're flying away
like the last days of the motherfuckin loafers
I'm the redneck in the moshpit
2 axes come in handy
to answer Violent J, ya damn right its a stanley
in the shadows of the dark with darkman like spawn
in the dash blazin it up with explosive bombs
I spit homicides like major cities at 11PM
while zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
ice mixed with blood is the killers milkshake
here with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak
Chorus--
mass murders
natural born killas
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya
mass murders
natural born killas
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya
Darkman--
Disrespect me I'll run in your house
like puffin steam stout
break both your arms, gun in your mouth
knock your teeth out with the nose of the fifth
bullets bust through the back of your head ya die swift
fuckin wit tha clan, watch what you say
we kill niggas like the KKK
shoot you with an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way
I'm a monster thoroughbred gun holding weed-head
cross me bet tomorrow you'll be dead
catch you at a show while you're chilling with your ho
and crack your skull with a bottle of Mo
I'm a Sing-Sing killer
gun groove captain
brooklyn home of the original gun clapping
gats get brung, niggas get done
sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons
I'm a killer
Chorus--
mass murders
natural born killas
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya
mass murders
natural born killas
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya
(Screams)
OVERDUB: To die is a fate that must come to us all
But how horrible to be buried alive
from the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with death
hands clawing for blood!
Chorus--
mass murders
natural born killas
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya
mass murders
natural born killas
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya
Yo, VIP
Let's kick it
Ice, Ice, baby
Ice, Ice, baby
All right stop, collaborate, and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon, daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light-up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance, go rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, you better gang way
You better hit bull's eye, the kid don't play
If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice, Ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby
Vanilla
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the Vega's are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point, no faking
Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning 'em, if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a high hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my rag-top down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waving just to say hi
Did you stop? No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead, yo, so I continued
To A1A Beach Front Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps are acting ill because they're full of eight ball
Gunshots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard was shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene, you know what I mean?
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice, Ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby
Vanilla
Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step
With this, Shay plays on the fade
Slice like a ninja, cut like a razor blade
So fast other DJ's say, "Damn!"
If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while D. Shay revolves it
Ice, Ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby
Vanilla Ice
Yo, man, let's get out of here
Word to your mother
Ice, Ice, baby, too cold
Ice, Ice, baby, too cold, too cold
Ice, Ice, baby, too cold, too cold
Written by: Vanilla Ice & Tha Hit Men
Produced by: Vanilla Ice & Tha Hit Men
Published by: Ice Baby Music, Inc.,
Oliver and Cooley Music Publishing., BMI
Background vocals (rap) by: Vanilla Ice
Mix by: Vanilla Ice and Zero
Synchclavier engineer: Rober Wechsler
Recorded & mixed at Luminous Sound Studios, Inc.
Get on down to the sound and a good rhyme.
With a song that should climb
Yo straight to the top with a bullet on the charts again
Another #1 hit to deal with
I gotta fist full of junkies of hip hop sucka's
That get in the way have to get dropped.
Forget pop goes the weasel cuz I ran over them punks
Like a mac truck diesel.
An' I'm playin' all the ladies
And I know not a sucker can fade me.
So watch me get buck wild
Yo and just pump the crowd and everybody say.
Ain't no party like an Ice Man party
Now gettin' back to the track with the bass - uh!
Watch it unfold in your face
I waste no time makin your body move
makin' this party groove. Yo.
This is somethin' real funky to dance to
Bringin' ya more raps to keep the dance floor packed
So get off the bozak.
An' like Cool J said don't call it a come back.
One track made a killin'
An' my first LP went way over 11 million
So don't front cuz I know you were an Ice Fan.
So get down with the Ice Man
Everybody thought that the Ice was gonna fade out.
But you was wrong cuz I never get played out.
An' that's stright up reality
I wanna say what's up to my homies in Miami
An' to Dallas all across the United States.
An' everybody who bought Vanilla Ice tapes.
An' everybody overseas, my man -
All of Europe, Australia and Japan.
No matter where you reside, I'm in evere record store
Cuz The Ice is like world wide
Come on and catch the vibe
Cuz the sky's the limit
An' I'll never quit makin' hits
So get on down with the progrm
Folks it's 92 an' I'm back and it's no joke -
So you know the Ice won't steer you wrong.
Now everbody just sing along.
(Vanilla Ice, W. Stallings, D. Williams)
Your bad self...
All right, stop, spread yourself around
Get loose girl, let's break it down
Get down, straight to the floor
Get excited and beg for more
As I go on, flow on with a smile
Pay attention to my style
Dirty but hot, ya' know what I mean?
Get loose girl like a sex fiend, Let's do it
'Cause you know what I want
Me and you babe go one on one
Get freaky and I do the same
Get hot and I ride like a sex machine
Ice cool and you're colder than ever, I like it
Ice cool and you're colder than ever
Ice cold, cooler than ever
Never say never 'cause I'm so damn clever
Lickin' your lips, I'm ridin' your hips
V.I.P. posse and we're pimps
Be on the lookout in your vicinity
I'm robbin' virgins of their virginity
Like Robin Hood gave to the poor
I rock Kashla and now she wants more
She calls everday, it's gettin' kinda' silly
But she rides my saddle like Bronco Billy
In a rodeo somewhere out west
She screams out "Vanilla Ice, you're the best!"
Echoing out, can you hear?
She screams out everywhere
Just a pimp and you know
Snatchin' women, so, Yo!
You can beg, plead and tell me you love me
But there's no way I'd put a girl above me
Unless it's sex and you wanna' ride
Jump on my saddle, baby, and get live
(Repeat chorus)
Move your body all around
This is the dope jam, so get down
Now that you like what I'm sayin' admit it
This is the jam and Vanilla just did it
I made you work 'til your butt got sore
In other words, I'm about to get raw
On stage, it's a V.I.P., Doin' dances from A to ZPumpin' it, pushin' it, stick it hard
I freaked your girl in the back of your car
I wore a Jimmy that I slapped on
Popped a rubber duckie, so bought me a Trojan
Get ready, hyped into the groove
As I practiced to make your body move
You're fienin' for a meanin', oh yes, I'm comin'
Vanilla Ice is here so you suckers start runnin'
This is the jam I know you're gonna like
DeShay he cuts like a knife
He won't smirk and he won't smile
DeShay get Funky for a while
Yo, it's time for me to pump, pump...
Pump up the volume
(Repeat chorus)
Produced by Wayne Stallings and Darryl Williams
Published by T.C. & Floyd Music/Ice Baby Music/QPM Music (BMI)
I know somethings shady when Im feeling it
You play the game like cards when your dealing it
I see through the eyes of a marked man
But in the streets you gotta have a game plan
Im paranoid I se them coming after me
24/7 on me constantly
I see the red beam, I walk the tight rope
But I know Im the target in the scope
YEA!
I try to weed out the real from the fake ones
Two faced ones wont you keep it real son
I can see it from a mile away
Cause Im holding it down with my feet on the gound
And they...
They're tryin to break me, they're tryin to rape me
They're tryin to bring me down
They're tryin to break me, they're tryin to rape me
They're tryin to bring me down
Chorus:
I know there's something going on
And it seems so cold
I know there's something going on
And it wont be long
I know there's somthing going on
How could you be so cold
I know theres something going wrong
Yea!
Evil lurks when you around
And then you know how it's goin down
I look deep and figure how to break free
In my pain escape from reality
I see you scoping on my life and now he tells me
You look suspicious and you plan is tryin to gank me
The mainsuspect but your the reject
You'll be the one with the gun, no respect for me
I roll deep like a bond, I got a blue print
Creep in your area lowright through the residence
Like a sniper, control the damager
Flippin the script cause Im two steps ahead of ya
They're tryin to break me, they're tryin to rape me
They're tryin to bring me down
I know there's something going on
And it seems so cold
I know there's something going on
And it wont be long
I know there's somthing going on
How could you be so cold
I know theres something going wrong
Yea!
I know theres something on
I know theres something on
Cant get this out of my head
I know there's something going on
And it seems so cold
I know there's something going on
And it wont be long
I know there's somthing going on
How could you be so cold
I know theres something going wrong
Yea!
1 2 3 4 Hit it, hit it
Yea -- Here's a story 'bout my homeboy Randy
He was hooked on a girl named Candy
Started off as sex for fun
Now the girl's got him on the run.
Made love to her just one time
Now she runs his body and mind
He calls everyday on the phone
But Baby's playin' games
Leave a message at the tone
Soft and gentle is not her style
This girl is so damn wild.
All my partners wanna get next to her
But she ain't down with that
She moves right through 'em
Yea, like paper plates
Tears 'em up and she throws 'em away.
If you had any guts today
You'd get your butt up and you'd walk away.
But you're hooked, Hooked
Know what I'm sayin', You're hooked, Hooked.
Yo, get tough was your new campaign
Cryin' over a girl, boy, you're insane.
She treats you like a dirty diaper
Use you one time and then she wipes you out
You understand what I'm sayin'?
If you're a man, you'll stop delaying and betraying
Try to act like you were mack
You can't go an hour without that sex attack.
What's wrong, boy, is it that good?
There's a lot of girls that ould and could
Take you, but you're so damn weak
I think you need to see professional help
for your problems
Lay on the couch and let the Dr. solve 'em
Talkin' to you and now he took your money
You're took on that honey, you're hooked
Hooked, Hooked
Fellas, you know what I'm sayin', He's hooked
Ain't got an ounce of mack in him, He's hooked.
Yeah, Baby, run you, she takes your money
While you'll kick back cryin' over honey
Now, I must admit she's fly
But I'll be damned if oh me oh my
If I ever let a girl run my thing
I'm poppin' it the most, You know what I'm sayin'?
So understand, you gotta be real hard
Don't treat her like a dog, But let her know.
You'll pull her card if she ever gets outta hand
What is you a boy or a man?
Stand up and tell BAby you ain't gonna be shook --
Yo punk, you're hooked on that sssy
I don't know why
I don't stand by and just let a girl, run over me
Fool -- I'm a man. Can't you see boy, You're hooked.
Yeah -- you're hooked, Might as well give her to me man
Let me do the wile thing, You're hooked
Shoot, I'm poppin' it man, You're hooked.
Let me talk to you for second. So, what's up, Vanilla?
Yo, man. Come here man. What?
You know, man, you ain't doin' it right. You're off man.
See, you know what the problem is?
That ring I bought her. The diamonds weren't big enough.
I'm tellin' ya' -- the diamonds weren't...I'm goin'...You know
what she wants...I'm goin' tell ya'...No man, when I first
met her she said she wanted a 'Vette. I'm gonna' get her a
'Vette. No man, no...a 'Vette...I'm gonna get her the
'Vette. No man, hey, wait up.
Now it's Saturday, the day you hate most.
Why, because from coast to coast
You see girls everday in the club, Cold kickin' it
Reminds you of Baby when you used to be, with it
But now she took you one time for sex and you're so sprung
that the next time she seen you we knew she had to leave you.
Boy, you're hooked.
Oh yeah
What it's like
Havin' a Roni
What it's like
Havin' a Roni
What it's like
Havin' a Roni
What it's like
Havin' a Roni
Oh yeah
Here comes the lyrical breakdown,
Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown,
It's the Ice Man slicin', dicin'.
Hittin' like Tyson.
So listen to the rhythm I givin' em,
My lyrics got the impact of a Mac truck
When I'm sendin' 'em
Yo, my funky rhymes flow,
Kickin it like psycho
And I'm exploding like nitro-glis,
Coming like a hurricane bliss,
Straight sacking the track like a quarterback
My man Zero is back with a killer slice,
I'm blowin' up the mic,
Ya damn right, Vanilla Ice
With twice the punch,
I put the crunch on Marky
And take the funky out of his bunch.
I hit the home run
You got to third base, son.
I'm in first place,
Take a seat clown for the beatdown.
Uh, tonight's the night of the big fight,
With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights.
Ready to swing it like a Louisville slugger,
Right at the head of a sucka,
Crack home run.
how did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? Uh!
I tried to make your head ring like a church bell.
I put it on ya hard
I'll make ya hurt well,
Cuz you fell into my booby traps
No more good vibrations,
I'm tired of your boots raps,
So I eat ya like scooby snacks,
An maybe roll you like a zig zag
Or smoke you like a hootie mac,
You did what I did,
So you're gonna lose kid,
Cuz to me you're still a new kid on the block
Get off my jock,
Get off my diznok
Before you get dropped
For the beatdown
Yeh, this is the last verse,
Should I say the last round.
And its time I knock out another class clown.
Sit down and take notes
As Vanilla kicks ballistics withdope lyrics,
Oh waht a pity, though
Cuz ya had to spend three million dollars on your video.
It was video and I can admit that,
All that money's wasted cuz your songs wacked,
I make stuff to make the people gather.
An' let 'em see us in a pit,
I wanna slam dance with ya, Hammer.
Now can I kick it, of course I can.
yo, you will get burned out, then turned out.
I'm gonna keep comin stong, song after song,
Ya thought I'd fade, well ya did wrong.
I'm the imperial threat for this sound fools.
Ha Ha, here comes the lyrical beatdown.
Chorus:
hip hop rules
and if ya didn't know
hip hop rules
kick the ill flow
hip hop rules
I'm breakin all the news
hip hop rules
from the old to the new school
big black skinny nigga
6'4" with the .44
got the slow flow it sound like coke dough
in the Benzo smokin on Coco
my blood niggas say I'm true Vatos loco
for real had a Land Cruiser before my deal
then I copped a 400 Lex and I'm set
moving through the projects like Tyrannosaurus Rex
shootin Tex at sets make a ho clits wet
now I cash big checks tryin to own assets
built like the Aztecs
why you niggas ass bet
remember Ice Ice Baby
drove you crazy then I was big as Jay-Z
I got paid and I got swayze
eatin' shrimp with my feet up made me lazy
I bought about 10 cars and about 5 cribs
out in the woods nobody knows where I live
got a beautiful wife and two kids
but I'm married to hip hop and that's how it is
cause
Chorus:
hip hop rules
and if ya didn't know
hip hop rules
kick the ill flow
hip hop rules
I'm breakin all the news
hip hop rules
from the old to the new school
it's been a long time since you seen me
on the TV V-Ice is here for sheezy
takin' what's mine
cause it's my time to hit y'all with a new style of rhyme
yeah
this is hip rock it can't be stopped
bomb tha system
straight to the top
millions of dollars I been spendin' em
I love rap, I paved the way for Eminem
needless to say I rap back today
y'all forgot about me like y'all forgot about Dre
but I'm still here
with no fear I say what I want and make sure its clear
I play ball break jaws break all types of laws
militant haters wanna kill me with a cause
feel me
I been nice since the P was free back when KRS was runnin shit
wit BDP
I spit rapnology wack rappers follow me
let me take you to my Shaolin temple where scholars be
studying astronomy and the world's prophecy
giving sight to the blind enabling them to see
it's me GOD equal 4 plus 3
coped a 6 with the V for the year 2G
stay blowin on trees, how many guns? 23
but it only take one to make you history
my clan hold me nobody control me
so fuck a PO and being parolee
I write solely light grey Roley
not the Bible but I lead a church of niggas Holy
because
Chorus:
hip hop rules
and if ya didn't know
hip hop rules
kick the ill flow
hip hop rules
I'm breakin all the news
hip hop rules
from the old to the new school
I've got dawgs up north
I've got dawgs down south
I've got dawgs that'll smack blood out of your mouth
then lick they hand
it's the Darkman brother number 12 from the Wu-Tang Clan
you heard me on Gza you heard me on Deck
that was me with ODB that bust a Tek
La and Vanilla want money like Rockfeller
if not I'll have to pop a fella
I'm the illest Caucasian, rhymes blazin
I went 17 platinum, amazin'
now just listen to the sound I kick
chillin with my man La, watchin gangsta flicks
don't ask why? I cheer for the bad guy
maybe it's the hydro, I'm so high
or maybe it's the Xtasy gettin the best of me
the industry keeps on testin me
but I won't fold I'm just too bold
one thing about Ice I stay cold
This is the second cd
BOMB THA SYSTEM!
All I see is hate can't understand why
And now it's like the whole wide world got me hypnotized
On a hex for generation X what's next
the mutated breeding of Tyranosaurus Rex
Through DNA testing I really condone
The right to clone, why don't you just leave it alone?
Smoke some homegrown get up in this zone
Amplify your mind while you're puffin on a bone
One hit then I see right through the bullshit
Media blitz, got people loading their clips
Spreading the hate now your sealing your fate
Take a look up in the mirror and face what you create
Chorus:
All I see is hate
Fuck you what you want to do huh?
All I see is hate
Fuck me, well fuck you too
All I see is hate
Psycho-fanatic your mind is an addict
All is see is hate
Don't give a fuck why cause I've had it
Black Sunday on the day I hate breed
Jesus paid and now we're all gonna bleed
Dirty deeds and thier done dirt cheap
Now they creep throught the streets
While you weep in your sleep
From Miami to LA, New York and back
It's like a pimp slap from a burn on crack
And then you got jacked like Lindros on his back
In fact you lack your intelligence is wack
Stop teh hate, it aint to late
Th devil's take your soul unless you step up to the plate
Spreading the hate, now you're sealing your fate
Take a look up in the mirror and face what you create
Chorus:
All I see is hate
Fuck you what you want to do huh?
All I see is hate
Fuck me, well fuck you too
All I see is hate
Psycho-fanatic your mind is an addict
All is see is hate
Don't give a fuck why cause I've had it
My path lies beneath your eyes
My path lies beneath your eyes
My path lies beneath your eyes
My path lies beneath your eyes
Chorus:
All I see is hate
Fuck you what you want to do huh?
All I see is hate
Fuck me, well fuck you too
All I see is hate
Psycho-fanatic your mind is an addict
All is see is hate
Don't give a fuck why cause I've had it
All I see is hate
Fuck you what you want to do huh?
All I see is hate
Fuck me, well fuck you too
All I see is hate
Psycho-fanatic your mind is an addict
All is see is hate
Don't give a fuck why cause I've had it
(Performed by Lonnie Gordon)
You know I'm leavin' this time anyway
So please don't stand in my way
I'm alright, just leavin' the past far behind
Your love, your feelin' kind
I don't like believin' so out lonely and round you go
I'd keep on runnin' and runnin' to you
You need somebody for lovin' and lovin' now
Till the end.
With your love my heart'd feel so fine anywhere
I found myself so deep inside
Gotta hold and try to feel alright anyway,
Just think about you're makin' love,
I'm gonna catch you baby....
You know I'll be this time on my way
So please don't ask me to stay,
I will try to forget every face left behind
When love is by my side
I don't like believin', so out and lonely and round I'll go
I'll keep on runnin' and runnin'to you
You need somebody for lovin' and lovin' and lovin' now
Till the end.
With your love someone would be in love anyway
Realize he's just dreamin' inside
Gotta hold an dtry to feel alright anyway,
When I turned you were turning aside
I'm gonna catch you baby....
Written, Arranged and Mixed by Mirko Limoni, Valerio Semplici &
Daniele Davoli "DJ Lelewel"
Backing Vocals: Linda Wesley-Lola and Lonnie Gordon
Produced and Mixed at Groove Groove Melody Studios, Bologna, Italy
Published by Gli Gnomi
Hot sex for your pleasure set it off
liquid treasures floatin in the loft
I'm in the mood
I'm in the mood to lick you
let my tongue explore all up in you
around your belly button all around your neck
down to your legs baby what's next
I'm coming in on deck check your reflex
me and you baby, doin the sex
all night, make it hot, so nice
I like just the way you make me feel all right tonite
time for the candle wax and Ice, on the fly carpet ride of life
it's magic! on the dreamscape love bliss orgasmic!
ecstasy you don't wanna miss gotta have it!
animal sex with a twist like a rabbit!
hot sex every chance we get!
what
Chorus
hot sex all night, all night
hot sex all night, all night
hot sex all night, all night
all night, all night, all right
Hot sex all the time
you can find
hot sex on my mind in my rhyme
wet dreams escape from reality
aphrodisiac keeps on calling me
testosterone I can't hold back
hard to the bone when I'm under attack
like a butterfly silk skin, I drive it in
on a quest for the pearl give ya back ends
like a shockwave movin through your spine
orgasmic surges leave ya blind
on and on shakin' like a shockwave
blastin' volcanic lava in my face
it's magic! on the dreamscape love bliss orgasmic!
ecstasy you don't wanna miss gotta have it!
animal sex with a twist like a rabbit!
hot sex every chance we get!
what
chorus
hot sex all night, all night
hot sex all night, all night
hot sex all night, all night
all night, all night, all right
hold your head back, baby close your eyes
get ready for a trip that leaves you hypnotized
with champagne crank the hot tub
strip your clothes, hot oil rub
burn the incense underneath the sky
sex escapade my mind's on high
and with my bag of nuts and sack full of tricks
down for whatever all up in the mix
and with my hands on your backside let it slide
break through straight to the other side
and then we ride like Bronco Billy
saddle up baby it's time to get silly
it's magic!
on the dreamscape love bliss orgasmic!
ecstasy you don't wanna miss gotta have it!
animal sex with a twist like a rabbit!
hot sex every chance we get!
what
hot sex all night, all night
hot sex all night, all night
hot sex all night, all night
all night, all night, all right
Freestylin' on the mic get in the go
Freestylin' on the mic so let if flow
Freestylin' on the mic get in the go
First on the microphone psycho
Taking rappers like hot dice, like hot nights in Vegas
Got says they hate us 'cause they are fucking with the greatest
Niggers that pull gats and steal gats just like potatoes
Knowing they couldn't break us or take us now fake us take us out, no doubt
Make us serve your ass with a teck
Making rappers bow down like the west side connect
I want the ice like cube, so I blast with the mac ten
But trust me, I'm throwing up the dub just like dub C
Plus we fucks it up on both coasts
Don't show clouts when I rip shot, putt niggers in zip lock
Fucking with this hip hop fanatics still automatic
Yes I smoke Kryptonite, get it right, my site is tight
Got wicked ways like MR Mike
Get the gauge in the night these niggers running loose, get the bodies
These niggers in Khakis and not Versace
Somebody should have told you, son it's on like that
With the ice man bitch and I am gone like that
Freestylin' on the mic get in the go
Freestylin' on the mic so let it flow
Freestylin' on the mic get in the go
And next on the microphone cnote
I got some bidnez that I gotta handle
See this is kinda risky but I'm gonna have to take the gamble
Niggers they trying to plot a scheme on me
Double and triple teams on me
I'll make them bleed for me
And that's how it is going down
I won't be satisfied until I see that ass six feet underground
'Cause you fucked around and pissed the wrong brother off
You lied to yourself when you said I was soft
Now that's a no no, with manhole I'll formulate a plan yo
That will make your children bastards and your wife a widow
Trying to battle me that's a sin
And be like Toni Braxton and you'll never breath again
'Cause I hit hard like thunder, straight from the under
Ground with the sound that will make Stevie wonder
Hard, but let me continue
Serving MC's like lettuce on the menu
Pound for pound up in this game to be the best
Back the fuck up off me motherfucker 'cause I'm stressed
You'll wind up in a casket fucking with me
You get your ass kicked hit you harder than an accident
Lets get down to pleasure
And beat the kid out the treasure
Let me measure this here joint 'cause it'll be nothing lesser
I'll betcha that I'll get it wide open like hosteler
Vanilla kobe surround all of you like kobe
And leave you in suspense like who done that
You checked with grandma
I'll be the last man standing off lyrical stamina
I round up one hundred MC's in one city
Knock off ninety nine and a half
And that leaves a half that wanna face me
I'll leave him face down in the dirt
Call the paramedics check the body for surgery with anesthetic
Total mass in a mass stocker, hit the creator
Set it off like Michael Meyers in a double mattny feature
Feature funky rhymes that are hard to swallow
Send your ass until tomorrow, you'll be hoping to escape the horror
Now pay attention to today's lesson
And in for your possession
Recognize these freestyle confession
I'll step aside a case like Kojak giving up the evidence but I leave no
Fingerprints
Yo put the scrip off in a case like mattock
Come bumpin' on your block
And clean your ass up like Dr. Spock
Freestylin on the mic get in the go
Freestylin on the mic so let it flow
Freestylin on the mic get in the go
And next on the mic it's the ice, so let it flow
It's the incredible party rocker, the heart stopper, hit dropper
Hypnotize you all like big poppa
Getting everybody blazed with the funky don't stop
As I detonate the spot like Oklahoma on your block
Like it will be the day that I don't blow up any buildings
When you hear me boy gonna beat the microphone I'm killing
Registering ten on the richer when I shake it
With the earthquake based my taste blowing out your woofers
Put you in a state of shock like Mick and Mike so get it right
Making is the night
Just to let you know my click is tight, right
We got women up front shaking ass
Just about stripping want to put on the glass
Pass the phat philly as I heat it up like chili
Put down the gun son, there is no need for the nine milli
Got the meat for the barbecue so spark a few hops
Check the resume y'all know me the club rocker
quick to rob a bobber and I fly like a copper
I'm livin' well and I dodge all Coppers
I move all the ladies but they gotta be proper
sucker free my whole click is so damn tight
guaranteed to make em jump
when I'm blessin' the mic
I got em runnin' to the floor they like who dat who dat
droppin' bombs in the club they say do dat do dat
I'm coming through with the new school like uh oh
dance floor packed y'all are like here we go
the whole club in the mix y'all are movin
bobbin your head while the ladies are smoothin
Chorus
if your game is tight then I know you goin
jump
if your money is right then I know you're goin
jump
if hittin' tonite then you might as well
jump
come on
get yo ass up!
And when it gets too hot now what do you need
platinum status who is he
who can rock a show but won't freeze
get yo ass up!
All right stop now let the beat drop
you know it's hot now let's reach for the top
you got the hip then I hit you with the hop
millennium funk I got this game on lock
I take four MCs put em all in a line
four wannabes who think they can rhyme
and five more before I go for mine
now that's 13 ate up at the same time
so think realistically not egotistically
it's suicide if you even think of dissin' me
I'm on a world tour while you're sittin' at home
I've been 17 platinum with this microphone
Chorus
if your game is tight then I know you goin
jump
if your money is right then I know you're goin
jump
if hittin' tonite then you might as well
jump
come on
get yo ass up!
and when it gets too hot now what do you need
platinum status who is he
who can rock a show but won't freeze
get yo ass up!
muevelo-muevelo Mami, muevelo asi
oyes hasle caso a tu Sugar Daddy
Pearla bustin' out treat for my Papis
chillin with Ice, Latina flava better than xtasy
I'm gettin stupid drunk till the early mornin'
you's tappin' dat ass till the break of dawnin'
light the blunts up
tear da club up
drink the fuck up
got a problem you can get the fuck out
it's a Friday night playa
time to spend that skrilla
time to spark the killa and chug the Tequila
get your body goin' cuz the music is flowin'
got ladies shakin' their ass
wearing shit that got their cheeks showin' and bouncin'
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4
25 fellas tryin to bust down my door
what do they want tryin to live la vida loca
with this fly Latina chick who got the bangin' ass chocha.
Chorus
if your game is tight then I know you goin
jump
if your money is right then I know you're goin
jump
if hittin' tonite then you might as well
jump
come on
get yo ass up!
and when it gets too hot now what do you need
platinum status who is he
who can rock a show but won't freeze
get yo ass up!
(Performed by Vanilla Ice)
Disaster, systems break when I quake
Make no mistake, the crowd stays awake when I'm
shakin' and bakin' and I'm takin' all MC's
Smilin' on the mic 'cause I'm gonna make big gees
Pow! Holy cow! It's like a bang or a boom
MC's see me comin' and they're clearin' the room
Ouuta my path 'cause they're scared of the result
Don't wanna battle 'cause to me that's an insult
Man, I wouldn't even lower myself
I got your record and put it on the shelf
I didn't play it, I used it as a frisbee
Your girl saw me doin' it and she kissed me
A good sport 'cause the ball's in my court
And in the long run I'm takin' no shorts
Slayin' competition till the parties done
You want a Non Stop Jam
Here's the right one
CHORUS
Gotta get it going' on
Get wit' it
Bust that beat
Yes, I'm blessed and I must confess
Put me to the test and you'll say I'm the best
I don't joke, I don't even jest
Every line in my rhyme makes me better than the rest
I'll live high on the hog, on the fat of the land
Goddamn, I'll be so hot I'll have to walk with a fan
On the brink of success, champagne & caviar
In limo's, just like a superstar
Business. Leave your number at my office.
Not for sale, but the
Written by: Vanilla Ice, Tha Hit Men, Zero
Produced by: Vanilla Ice, Tha Hit Men, Zero
Published by: Ice Baby Music, Inc., DJ Zero Music, Inc.,
Oliver and Cooley Music Publishing, BMI.
Vocals: Deedee Harris
Background vocals (rap): Vanilla Ice
Bass: Mike Daane
Mix by: Vanilla Ice
Synchclavier engineer: Robert Wechsler
Recorded & Mixed at Luminous Studios, Inc.
dr dr drop it (drop drop drop)
dr dr drop it (drop drop drop)
dr dr drop it (drop drop drop)
dr dr drop it (drop drop drop)
yo i more slower
than my moms ever knows
like i tip-toe
right out the window
like a burglar at night
i'm out of sight
so come find me
cuz ya neve will
i spit rymthes
that are so ill
give me the hook
so i can look
right back so i can kill
someone who don't know wut we be
it hard to be icy when you know
that it's me
chorus
so drop that zero
(drop drop drop)
drop that zero
(drop drop drop)
drop that zero
(drop drop drop)
yo drop it like its hot yo
(Performed by Rozalla)
I see Papa working nightshift
Worried by his years
Mama's got her problems but she cares
I watch my family going crazy
Telling me I'm lazy, things are going
To work out in the end
'Cause you've got to have faith
In the power of love
'Cause you've got to have faith
In the power of love
Brother's always shouting
Sister starts to cry
Another anxious moment passes by
I know that I can take it
Someday I will make it
Everything will work out in the end
'Cause you've got to have faith
In the power of love
'Cause you've got to have faith
In the power of love
AD LIB
Someday I will make it
Just you wait and see
I know that I can take it
That's how things will be
I know what I'm feeling I know I've got faith
I've just got to have it baby I've got the faith
Written by Swanston, Cox
Produced by 3 Man Island
Mixed by 3 Man Island
Executive Producers: Frank Sansom and Steve Long for peer Southern/
Upfront Music
Published by Peer Southern/Upfront Music (ASCAP)
Confrontation town front
I can't front! no, I can't believe this funk
got a backlash as long as some happy ass
clown, frown, Uh I get down
in the trenches underneath the underground
under a blanket of hell you never heard rejected the sound
wrap your troubles in dreams baby in search of a theme
I can't believe I'm triple teamed
I voted! hope my ass wasn't railroaded
ran for the border to avoid the slaughter
shit! I blamed that tape recorder cause you mad outta order
beyond categories, another East side story Uh
that's three thousand miles ago
cause cats are shook by past crooks
doin' street hooks too many freestyles yo be off the books
be the judge make sure that needle don't budge don't prejudge
your frustration anger at the association
what difference it makin got the whole world
hatin art of war vocals influence the locals
it's a mad mad world we've been living everyday
what you gone to say all man say I'm a fuck up
living don't throw it away
Chorus
it's a mad mad world we've been living everyday
what you goin' to do all man say I'm a fuck up
living don't throw it away
claver est operes a mixer
le New Jacks sont dans
les MCs sont pres auteur en toute Liberte
it's a mad mad world we've been living everyday (translation) we are ready to get in the mix
the new generation are in the place to be
MCs are ready to express themselves freely
Now I feel trapped in this everyday form of life
who's wrong or right who knows I still fight
to survive live from the land of confusion
man's abusing which religion are you choosing
substance abusing losing touch with reality
have you forgot about your family values
can't you understand the plan
world destruction push the button end of discussion
boom
whatcha gonna do now
it's like the sound of a Mosberg pump goin Boo Yow
what a mad world
we got cops on the take
females being raped
bodies floatin' in the lake
why? over hate
better check your faith cause it'll be gone before you wake
Chorus
it's a mad mad world we've been living everyday
what you goin' to do all man say I'm a fuck up
living don't throw it away
claver est operes a mixer
le New Jacks sont dans
les MCs sont pres auteur en toute Liberte
it's a mad mad world we've been living everyday (translation) we are ready to get in the mix
the new generation are in the place to be
MCs are ready to express themselves freely
CHORUS
Gotta hold on to this feelin'
Gotta let you body move
Gotta keep the music jumpin'
Everybody get loose
REPEAT
Face the music, then I'm right behind
With a posse, a mic and a funky rhyme
It doesn't take a lot of time for me to climb
And whem I'm going for mine, I'm like a monkey on a vine
Goin' up the scale and I will prevail
Sharper than the point on the tip of a nail
Movin' with the speed of a thief on the run
My mic is my gun and my posse's the one
Ready for fun, but also for static
Anything breaks and they're ready automatic
I've had it with suckers who try to get paid -
Sayin' they're teaching, but not makin'
The grade - they're played.
I'm the teacher, man, you're the student
Close your ears if you feel you're prudent
And can't deal with the lyrics I'm steppin' with
But they're the lines the people are gettin' with
A lesson well taught, here's some more advice
I don't sweat it on the mic
'Cause I'm cool as Ice
CHORUS REPEAT 2x's
Roll into town with no windows down
I'm on my bike and I'm headed for a mic
Battles defuse with the news of my arrival
Instincts are primal, I'm all about survival
Proceed with caution, I'm like a blaze
That's roared for days
All that gaze are amazed
Dazed by the force that they just witnessed
Master, is the title to fit this
Man before ya, lyrical lawyer
Suin' all the suckers on the mic that bore ya
Slick, I'll trick like a magician
On the microphone, I'm like a rap technician
Turn the party out in my opinion
Witty words make the world my dominion
Figure out a riddle in rhyme, You can't stump me
I get off if a beat is funky
I'm not Sleepy, Dopey or Grumpy
But you'll be fallin', just like Humpty did
And that's all she wrote
Then I disappear in a puff of smoke
I'm like a surgeon and I'm urgin'
Stay away or I'll slice
I don't sweat it under pressure
'Cause I'm cool as Ice
CHORUS REAPEAT 2x's
Rise and shine, girls up & at 'em
See a microphone on the stage and I'm grabbin'
You act like Eve and I'll act like Adam
Tangle with a snake, make sure that you pat him
Keep him calm for sure or he'll strike back
Shake your booty girl, Yeah I like that
Keep your moves silky smooth, hot and sexy
It won't vex me, I won't get testy.
And when you rush the stage
Bein' all kinds of frantic, you know
I won't panic, I'll just get romantic
Ten and twenty, you come by the droves
Don't be scared to take off your clothes
If you're really short, get on your tippy toes
And remember, anything goes
'Cause I'm all about fun on the run
I'll just take each girl one by one
I'n not the type to be tied up or tied down
There's enough of me to go around
Girlies on my tip like white on rice
I don't sweat it on the mic
'Cause I'm cool as Ice
CHORUS REAPEAT 2x's
ADD LIBS
CHORUS REAPEAT 2x's
Chorus
Lettin' loose it's the detonator setting off a time bomb, ring the alarm
I'm coming thru with the wickedness
inject the fluid of the sickest and watch as I kick this
Lettin' loose it's the detonator setting off a time bomb, ring the alarm
I'm coming thru with the wickedness
inject the fluid of the sickest and watch as I kick this
I got a nation of millions to capture
lyrical disaster pass the ganja
choppin' shit like a bladerunner
huntin down my opponents like the predator
ready to start my search like the hunt for red october 31st
day of my birth had much pain as an adolescent
natural stigmata, much drama when Mom's was stressin
they're on my trail like the bone collector
select the sense from my sixth
inject the fluid of the wickedness
fuck the world! is my motto
I just can't understand why they point the finger
when they see me doing my thing
bitches swing when they see me pass by
in the GS4 with the Cane plates bought from my last tour
it's amityville horror on haters block
for those that copycat my tactics trying to make it to the top
like in the shining when Jack Nicholson got possessed with the wickedness
I'm true to kicking this
Chorus
Lettin' loose it's the detonator setting off a time bomb, ring the alarm
I'm coming thru with the wickedness
inject the fluid of the sickest and watch as I kick this
Lettin' loose it's the detonator setting off a time bomb, ring the alarm
I'm coming thru with the wickedness
inject the fluid of the sickest and watch as I kick this
Like Manson dismantling MCs who oppose a threat
you really don't want to get into some shit that you'll regret
cause like Samuel I hold the whole place for negotiation
incarcerating anyone with the temptation trying to test my faith
(is it safe to come out and play now) is he gone?
man i don't understand what kind of high this dude is trippin on
pure ICE with a twist of vanilla thriller
captivating souls like the body snatchers
its return of the living Caucasians
of psychopathic mind grabbing Asiatic demonic fanatics
causing havoc bringing the pain
flaming up like in Backdraft
feel the wrath of the lyrical combustion
many aren't true to what they're busting
(from the depths)
I'm coming through like the Hell Raiser
it's the end of days there's no escape from the detonator
Chorus
Lettin' loose it's the detonator setting off a time bomb, ring the alarm
I'm coming thru with the wickedness
inject the fluid of the sickest and watch as I kick this
Lettin' loose it's the detonator setting off a time bomb, ring the alarm
I'm coming thru with the wickedness
inject the fluid of the sickest and watch as I kick this
Phone Message from Ross Robinson
"Hey dude it's Ross
Just callin to say hey
Im much better now
I fractured my spine
It was fucked up
I did a triple over a double
And landed on my head
So um...I did it on the 426
Yep...wasn't to fun
But before that dude I was fuckin totally in tune
And feelin kick ass on the track
It was liek the best I've ever felt
So maybe thats why I started gettin all cocky and shit
Uhh...Alright man, just workin away super hardcore on Slipknot
And I'm about 5 days left and take like a week off
Or somethin like that and start the next one
Hope your doin good dude
Talk to ya later"
(Performed by Vanilla Ice featuring Naomi Campbell)
CHORUS
Gotta hold on to this feelin'
Gotta let you body move
Gotta keep the music jumpin'
Everybody get loose
REPEAT
Face the music, then I'm right behind
With a posse, a mic and a funky rhyme
It doesn't take a lot of time for me to climb
And whem I'm going for mine, I'm like a monkey on a vine
Goin' up the scale and I will prevail
Sharper than the point on the tip of a nail
Movin' with the speed of a thief on the run
My mic is my gun and my posse's the one
Ready for fun, but also for static
Anything breaks and they're ready automatic
I've had it with suckers who try to get paid -
Sayin' they're teaching, but not makin'
The grade - they're played.
I'm the teacher, man, you're the student
Close your ears if you feel you're prudent
And can't deal with the lyrics I'm steppin' with
But they're the lines the people are gettin' with
A lesson well taught, here's some more advice
I don't sweat it on the mic
'Cause I'm cool as Ice
CHORUS REPEAT 2x's
Roll into town with no windows down
I'm on my bike and I'm headed for a mic
Battles defuse with the news of my arrival
Instincts are primal, I'm all about survival
Proceed with caution, I'm like a blaze
That's roared for days
All that gaze are amazed
Dazed by the force that they just witnessed
Master, is the title to fit this
Man before ya, lyrical lawyer
Suin' all the suckers on the mic that bore ya
Slick, I'll trick like a magician
On the microphone, I'm like a rap technician
Turn the party out in my opinion
Witty words make the world my dominion
Figure out a riddle in rhyme, You can't stump me
I get off if a beat is funky
I'm not Sleepy, Dopey or Grumpy
But you'll be fallin', just like Humpty did
And that's all she wrote
Then I disappear in a puff of smoke
I'm like a surgeon and I'm urgin'
Stay away or I'll slice
I don't sweat it under pressure
'Cause I'm cool as Ice
CHORUS REAPEAT 2x's
Rise and shine, girls up & at 'em
See a microphone on the stage and I'm grabbin'
You act like Eve and I'll act like Adam
Tangle with a snake, make sure that you pat him
Keep him calm for sure or he'll strike back
Shake your booty girl, Yeah I like that
Keep your moves silky smooth, hot and sexy
It won't vex me, I won't get testy.
And when you rush the stage
Bein' all kinds of frantic, you know
I won't panic, I'll just get romantic
Ten and twenty, you come by the droves
Don't be scared to take off your clothes
If you're really short, get on your tippy toes
And remember, anything goes
'Cause I'm all about fun on the run
I'll just take each girl one by one
I'n not the type to be tied up or tied down
There's enough of me to go around
Girlies on my tip like white on rice
I don't sweat it on the mic
'Cause I'm cool as Ice
CHORUS REAPEAT 2x's
ADD LIBS
CHORUS REAPEAT 2x's
Written by Vanilla Ice, Gail "Sky" King, Princesa
Produce by Vanilla Ice and Gail "Sky" King
Mixed by: Gail "sky" King and David Sussman
Mix Engineers: David Sussman and Hugo Dwyer
Recording Engineer: Kieran Walsh
Keyboards and Programming: Peter Schwwartz and Merve De Peyer
Guitars: Kevin Grant
Vocals: Naomi Campbell
Vocal Arrangement: Will Downing
Mixd at Right Track and Sound Track, NYC
Recorded at D&D; Recording, NYC and Amerycan Studios, LA
Published by EMI Blackwood Music Inc./QPM Music/
Ice Baby Music (BMI)/Sky King Music (ASCAP)
(Performed by D'New Featuring Temple)
It seemed so nice
From the start
Our hearts could not be torn apart
We'd be together
But only diamonds last forever
Jealous was my lover
Told me that there was no other
Music and Lyrics by Chris Cuben-Tatum
Produced by Chris Cuben-Tatum
for Ceoncept Enterprises International
Saxophone by D'New
Lead Vocals by Temple
Background Vocals by CCT
Mediterranean patois by Deanna Khishaba
Recorded and Mixed by Chris Cuben-Tatum
at Concept Enterprises International Studios-Chicago
Published by It's Cee Cee Tee Music (BMI)
Phone Message Zero
Yo whassup boy
I was tryin to see if you was by the TV
I wanted to tell ya some shit on Discovery Channel about neanderthal man
And the type of man that was before them
you know how they came after them
But guess you got the mobile off
Later
Here it is A dope hit, Iceman comin' with the dope hit
'Cuz a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast them in the head
Till they're dead with my magnum lyrics
Might be simplistic but I'm no gimp
On the strength 'cuz I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinkin' in my quicksand
Vanilla Ice vocal hit man
Got the number three in my crosses
Sittin' on the rooftoop, pop, pop, pop
Pop goes the weasel was a bag fa flop flop
The brothers didn't like your record
'Cuz it wasn't hip-hop, hop
But this ain't a dis, 'cuz you sold gold
Still a made a killin'
'Cuz it ain't even a tenth of eleven million
Givin' my rhyme spice, while my DJ's on the slice
Vanilla Ice is back on the map, with the wrath of
The Iceman
Ice, Iceman, the wrath of the Iceman
I'm the Ice, the Iceman but I'm no superhero
So, baby, just cut that zero
I'm gettin' tired of those punks gettin' jealous
Trying to say that I might be another Elvis
Forget that I'm Vanilla, the funky rhyme killa
The dope song deala, ready to pilla cap of a wack MC
There's no wack in me and big dollars is all I'm stackin' G
So give a boost to the volume
I got the funky, funky sounds to make the cars boom
So step back and give me room, as I consume the others
The Iceman is bringin' doom to the suckers
Yes, for the lovers of hip hop
And for my foes they get popped
You shouldn't step to the man
When I'm swingin' like Tyson
Yo, punk this is the wrath of the Iceman
Now I'm on everybody's hit list, so there gonna get dissed
Now there on my hit list
It's like that 'cause I'm the mizzak I carry my striszap
To bust a kizap, don't try to jizak me, 'cuz my life is
Like hectic, when I made a record, now I'm gettin'
Hounded every second, see I'm like the one
They love to hate, so I made this album much harder
To set the stupid critics straight
And I'm still droppin' bombs, you know the rap world
A battle field in Vietnam and I'm creepin' like a sniper
Takin' out the suckers with an album that is
Funkier and hyper, the type of street stuff
I like listenin' to, funky bass and breaks to make your
Speakers shake, earthquake breaks the richter scale
Check out the aftermath, yo, this the wrath of the Iceman
Reality sucks, too much pain
I can't explain why I wanna bash brains
Still I can see it on the other side
Got a new baby, wanna stay alive
Give what I give, give what I got
Make it worth while, cause I got another shot
Broken families that always got pain
I break the chain, refuse to be the same
Mother-did as good as you could
After all the abuse I still understood
Three times divorced, and three times a kid
Gave us more love than our father ever did
Now we've all grown and moved along
Tried to forget, but my brother did me wrong
But it's real hard to put it all behind me
It's like a tattoo frozen in a memory
I can't seem to erase the stain
In my brain, things will never be the same
I remember all the lies, f__ked up, now I realize
Never had a chance as a kid, I was a man
Fight after fight wasn't really what I planned
Father!
Whoever you are
Beat my mother down, all I see is scars
And memories - what about me?
Throw me through a window for watching TV
Where did I get this anger?
Where did I get this hate?
And where did I get my temper?
Now I'm gonna show my faith
(huh) Never will I be like you, be like you
F__ked up, that sh_t - I'm staying true
My family, true to my family
I'm true to my family
True to my family
Stay true
True to my family
Stay true, stay true
True to my family
Stay true
True to my family
Stay true, stay true
True to my family
True
True to my family
Stay true, stay true
True to my family
Stay true
True to my family
Stay true, stay true
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
I have tried, I have tried
I have tried, I have tried
I can't get me no, ha, ha
I can't get no, uh, now
When I'm driving in my car
And the man talks on the radio
Keep tellin' me more and more
About that useless information
He's tryin' to mess up my imagination
And I can't get me no, no, no
And I can't get me no, no
Hey, hey, hey, what I say
You gotta, gotta, gotta groovy
We gotta have it, we gotta have it
We gotta have it, we gotta have it
Keep on grooving, keep on grooving
We keep on grooving, God, no, my, yeah
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no, no satisfaction
I have tried, I have tried
I have tried, I have tried, tried, tried
I can't get me no, no, no
And I can't get me no, no, no, no
We gotta groove it, groove it, oh my now
We keep on knockin', knockin' baby, yeah
Au, gotta, gotta have it
We gotta, keep, keep, ah
Whatever, why won't you wait for time
This little girl is tryin' to put me down
I keep on runnin' round in my sleep
I keep on messin' up any beat
I keep on rockin', I try to find me
Somebody to love me
And give me some reaction
And I can find nobody, no, no, nobody
Give me no faction, faction
Faction got to have it
A satisfaction, we got to have it
A satisfaction, earlier in the morning
The satisfaction, later in the evening
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
I have tried, I have tried
I have tried, I have tried
I can't get me no, ha, ha
I can't get no, uh, now
When I'm driving in my car
And the man talks on the radio
Keep tellin' me more and more
About that useless information
He's tryin' to mess up my imagination
And I can't get me no, no, no
And I can't get me no, no
Hey, hey, hey, what I say
You gotta, gotta, gotta groovy
We gotta have it, we gotta have it
We gotta have it, we gotta have it
Keep on grooving, keep on grooving
We keep on grooving, God, no, my, yeah
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no, no satisfaction
I have tried, I have tried
I have tried, I have tried, tried, tried
I can't get me no, no, no
And I can't get me no, no, no, no
We gotta groove it, groove it, oh my now
We keep on knockin', knockin' baby, yeah
Au, gotta, gotta have it
We gotta, keep, keep, ah
Whatever, why won't you wait for time
This little girl is tryin' to put me down
I keep on runnin' round in my sleep
I keep on messin' up any beat
I keep on rockin', I try to find me
Somebody to love me
And give me some reaction
And I can find nobody, no, no, nobody
Give me no faction, faction
Faction got to have it
A satisfaction, we got to have it
A satisfaction, earlier in the morning
The satisfaction, later in the evening
I draw my rhymes like a bow
Shoot 'em out like an arrow
Swoopin' on suckers
Like an eagle not a sparrow
I'm walkin' a wide path
I never ever walk it narrow
Steppin' on stage
With funky hip hop apparel
I got the phunky rhymes
Sometimes they leave ya scared bro
It's like lookin' down a shotgun barrel
Pump up the sounds to the max
As if ya dare yo, my groove is dope
An' I hope that you're prepared so
Give it up smooth
'Cuz the Ice is got it sewed up
The bum rush is on
An' Vanills'a gonna blow up
Dead in your grill, loc
I'm kickin' it real fly, hops
This is how it's done homies
An' ya know, I got phunky rhymes
I got the rhymes that's pumpin'
Keeps the jeeps bumpin'
Sounds that's thumpin'
Women wanna jump in
I ride down many streets
Rockin' all the big beats
My albums's on the top
With a bullet for many weeks
This is how it's done, see
Doin' it for my fans G
Doin' it for Dallas
An' everybody in Miami
Thought I was down with Luke
No but here's the scoop
You make all your loot
But ya can't even pay your group
Well man, that's straight wacked
In fact, I hate that
Watch yourself 'cuz ya might get paid back
All this funky dope stuff
I'm kickin' it real fly, Hops
This is how it's done homies
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
In my dreams I vision myself at the ocean
Beautiful girls rubbin' me down with some lotion
Even though you know I flow as cold as an ice cube
Let me tell you how it is to make love on an inner tube
Floatin' on water while splashin' waves on your body
Flowin' and goin', now pump it, pump it, hottie
See, I wanna get loose with you, is that all right?
Girl, I wanna' do it outside, under the moonlight
And get on down so we can make that love
You be the hand and iceman'll be the glove
This is your fantasy, your highest dream
Fulfillin' all your pleasures to the utmost extreme
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Life is just a fantasy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Life is just a fantasy
Now, let me take you out so we can wine and dine
As I pull you close you pull your lips next to mine
Oh yeah, you like it like that
You like it like I do and that's where it's at
So later on that night as we got in my car
It started up again we didn't get very far
You made it very clear that you were not in fear
Leaned over to me and started kissin' my ear
Oh girl, you feel so good
You couldn't wait to get home and I understood
As we got busy, then I pulled up in the driveway
You said follow me 'cause we're gonna do it my way
Walked in the front door you startin' strippin' clothes
Turned off the lights and assumed the pose
Closer and closer, hot anticipation
You walked into the closet, came out in some lace 'nd
I almost lost my mind, but I kept it in tact
The lace you was wearin' ohh, I got an attack
'Cause this is your fantasy, your highest dream
Fulfillin' all your pleasures to the utmost extreme
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Life is just a fantasy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Life is just a fantasy
Come on, baby and let me be your toy
I'll let you do as you wish just to give you joy
And get down, I know you wanna' get loose
Let's do it like a train and I'll be the caboose
Or better yet, I'll take you higher, I think that it's time
To make love to you, baby on cloud number nine
As we start pumpin', sweat pours down my chest
And that's when you know Vanilla Ice is the best
You say ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah
I don't know what it means but I like it a lot
This is your fantasy, your highest dream
Fulfillin' all your pleasures to the utmost extreme
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Life is just a fantasy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Life is just a fantasy
Oh girl, oh, yeah
Life is just a fantasy
Oh girl, oh, yeah
Life is just a fantasy
Oh girl, oh, yeah
Life is just a fantasy
Oh girl, oh, yeah
Life is just a fantasy
Life is just a fantasy
Life is just a fantasy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Life is just a fantasy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Get on up, get on up
Get on up, get on up
Get on up
I walk the beat and walk it with clarity
I wanna make sure all's hearin' me
Ducks who's bummin', I found your hide away
I'm livin' large y'all so by the way
Who rocked the crowd and rocks it loud
On the strengths, y'all, I'm takin' bows now
Kickin' up lyrics that others wanna' rock to
Rock like me, y'all this you can't do
The V, the A, the N, the I, the L L A y'all
It's Vanilla
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Hold on girl, let your feet move free
'Cause you move to the groove of Vanilla I-C-E
You come here to rock and let the white boy rap
If you a 'ho, get off my lap
'Cause ice stands for bein' so cold
That's a nickname I got for bein' so bold
Jerome stands for M.P.A.
My personal assistant, every day
I'm not an MC who come here to play
Yo, boy, I'm serious, I'm goin' all the way
Rhymes are clean, there's no need to be ill
And when I'm on the mic, I let 'em all spill
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Go ill, go ill, get on up
I rock the mic like I'm a fanatic
When I see one, I got to have it
I'll whip up a sound that'll burst your eardrum
What you gonna do? Don't you play dumb
Busy like Kizzy, groovin' like Rubin
Don't care what you do, just keep movin'
Shakin' your limbs until they wear thin
I make your butt shake, just watch the boy grin
Simple like Simon, with ice rhymin'
Some MC's fakin' it but I'm the diamond
I'm the rhyme doctor, always on call
You watch your fries, boy, or I'm gonna take yours
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Start skeezin' and move that hip girl
Get in the mood and don't you quit
Smooth as slime, King Rhyme
Rock it boy, 'cause it's a crime
I'll make you scream like you're in between
When I'm on the mic, yes I'm the king
'Cause I'm hungry as a dog, I'll eat up
My rhymes are runnin', don't interrupt
I'm a throne overtaker, not and MC faker
I like my coffee but I can't stand Sanka
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Go ill, go ill, get on up
Get on up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get on up
Go ill, go ill
Go ill, go ill
Go ill, go ill
Disaster, systems break when I quake
Make no mistake, the crowd stays awake when I'm
Shakin' and bakin' and I'm takin' all MC's
Smilin' on the mic 'cause I'm gonna make big gees
Pow, holy cow, it's like a bang or a boom
MC's see me comin' and they're clearin' the room
Outta my path 'cause they're scared of the result
Don't wanna battle 'cause to me that's an insult
Man, I wouldn't even lower myself
I got your record and put it on the shelf
I didn't play it, I used it as a frisbee
Your girl saw me doin' it and she kissed me
A good sport 'cause the ball's in my court
And in the long run I'm takin' no shorts
Slayin' competition till the parties done
You want a non-stop jam, here's the right one
Gotta get it going' on, get wit' it, bust that beat
Yes, I'm blessed and I must confess
Put me to the test and you'll say I'm the best
I don't joke, I don't even jest
Every line in my rhyme makes me better than the rest
I'll live high on the hog, on the fat of the land
God damn, I'll be so hot, I'll have to walk with a fan
On the brink of success, champagne & caviar
In limo's, just like a superstar
Business leave your number at my office
Not for sale, but the fans all bought this
Money pourin' in just like a faucet left on
'Cause my rhymes are that strong, last long
Just like the coppertop battery
You think I'm dope, come on, don't flatter me
'Cause I been hearin' that stuff for years
Respect from my peers and I'm changin' the gears
Of that hip-hop engine, not to mention
Retire at 21 and get a pension
Gonna bust it out and your welcome to come
You wanna non-stop jam here's the right one
Gotta get it going' on, get wit' it, bust that beat
Here's another rhyme to break the ice
You couldn't purchase my talent at any price
Don't chase a roni 'cause I know that I can get 'em
I'm not the type so I don't even sweat 'em
I'll love a girl and then dis the same one
'Cause you know that there's more where that came from
Yo, the one I want just walked through the threshold
So all you other girls are out in the cold for now
She's the only one for me
Who knows if we were meant to be
Together forever and that's a real long time
And you can tell I'm in the house by my dope rhyme
Man, I'm glad she came to her senses
And that she put down all her defenses
And finally gave her heart and soul
To the man behind the mic control
I'm here with her now, I'm ready for fun
You want a non-stop jam, here's the right one
Dancin', dancin', dancin'
Dancin', dancin'
Dancin', dancin'
Dancin', dancin', dancin'
Come on, come on
Come on everybody
Come on, come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on, come on everybody
Come on, come on everybody, let's do this dance
Get out your seats and let me shake your pants
Oh, with the base cold thumpin' and the hihats snaren'
People are jumpin' and the fly girls are staren'
People under 40, yo, let's get down
Because they need more break and now it's sliced by Shay
The records out so don't wait
The style that I'm doin', it'll ruin
All you people came here just for booin'
Get your dead ass up and back on the floor
Jump in the groove and let Vanilla go
Insane, with my gold chain
You know you're gonna' see it on Soul Train, hit it
Dancin', dancin', dancin'
Dancin', dancin'
Dancin', dancin'
Dancin', dancin', dancin'
All you people on the left, shake your thing
And everybody on the right, do the same thing
Now, the people in the middle, try to enhance
Come on everybody, let me see you dance
In motion, with the potion
Get up everybody and locomotion
All swing and do your thing
Unless of course, you can't hang
Chillin' is okay, but not when I play this song
Move along, be gone
Yea! The beat'll make you move when the records on
Get with this style and update it
Like my record is, when you play it
Def comin' strong, hard like a matador
I saw my style, my soul up on the dance floor
Dancin', dancin', dancin'
Dancin', dancin'
Dancin', dancin'
Dancin', dancin', dancin'
Do it,
Dancin', dancin'
Funk it up
Dancin', dancin', dancin'
Dancin', dancin', dancin'
Swingin' until the night is through
Just let your feet and your body take control of you
Just like a trance to keep you movin'
Everybody can do it, just keep on groovin'
Of the 808 just kickin' like a chicken that you just ate
So catch a groove so we can get down
Yell out the name of your hometown
Miami, catch the groove, L.A., catch the groove
New York, catch the groove, Seattle, catch the groove
Dallas, catch the groove, Detroit, catch the groove
VIP dancers, catch the groove, everybody, catch the groove, do it
Dancin', dancin', dancin'
Dancin', dancin'
Dancin', dancin'
Dancin', dancin', dancin'
Yeah, can we do it?
Dancin', dancin', dancin'
Dancin', dancin', dancin'
Dancin', dancin', dancin'
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Come on everybody
Coolin' in the shade, sippin' on lemonade
I hear a knock on the door, "Who is it?"
Kim, comin' to pay me another visit
She tells me that I'm on her mind
And a player like me is very hard to find
I like the way she licks her lips starin' in my eyes
I must admit she's got some juicy thighs
I like the way she wears her hair and the tight skirts fit
That's why I got her in my mix
All she wants to do is hit the sheets and keep it goin'
That's why I'm mind blowin
Mind blowin, blowin my mind
Mind blowin, blowin my mind
Mind blowin, blowin my mind
Mind blowin, blowin my mind
Ten minutes past, I got my eyes on her, ugh
She's shaped like an hour glass
I like the red lipstick, she took a Popsicle out
And put it in her mouth quick
She whispered in my ear, saying those things that only
A mac would like to hear
You see, I like a girl that really turns me on
Twist with her walk and sexy on the telephone
She tells me she dreams of me, she wants to be with me
And not another memory
But for now we can hit the sheets, baby
And keep it goin' now I'm mind blowin
Mind blowin, blowin my mind
Mind blowin, blowin my mind
Mind blowin, blowin my mind
Mind blowin, blowin my mind
Now the heat is on my fingers still in her hair
Now she's reaching for the underwear
I'm thinking I should make her wait
For another day, oh, I forget, Sherri's on the way
Off came the top, she's looking in my eyes
Here we go with the big surprise
I guess I can't resist it, her hands on my body
As she puckered up and kissed
Uh, off came the pumps, I'm checkin' out the rump
She's got a lotta junk in her trunk
Finally we hit the sheets and kept it goin'
Now I'm mind blowin'
Mind blowin, blowin my mind
Mind blowin, blowin my mind
Mind blowin, blowin my mind
Yo, it's the green machine
Gonna rock the town without being' seen
Have you ever seen a turtle get down?
Slammin' and jammin' to the new swing sound
Yeah, everybody let's move
Vanilla is here with the new jack groove
Gonna rock, and roll the place
With the power of the Ninja Turtle bass
Iceman, ya know I'm not playin'
Devastate the show while the turtles are sayin'
Ninja, Ninja rap, Ninja, Ninja, rap, Ninja, Ninja rap
Go, go, go, go
Go Ninja, go Ninja go, go Ninja, go Ninja go
Go Ninja, go Ninja go, go Ninja, go Ninja go
Go, go, go, go
Lyrics, fill in the gap
Drop that bass and get the Ninja rap
Just feel it, if you know what I mean
Give it up for those heroes in green
Just flowin', smooth with the power
Kickin' it up, hour after hour
'Cause in this life there's only one winner
You better aim straight so you can hit the center
In it to win it, with a team of four
Ninja Turtles that you gotta adore, it's
Ninja, Ninja rap, Ninja, Ninja rap, Ninja, Ninja rap
Go, go, go, go
Go Ninja, go Ninja go, go Ninja, go Ninja go
Go Ninja, go Ninja go, go Ninja, go Ninja go
Go, go, go, go
Villians, you better run and hide
Because one day you might not slide
So choose your weapon, don't slip
Vanilla's in control with the flex of the mic grip
Rockin' the crowd, the way it should be rocked
With the Miami drop that you like a lot
Hittin' like a Ninja Turtle when the bass kicks in
You better check your level
The power of the Ninja is strong
Fightin' all the crooks until they're all o' gone
Ninja, Ninja rap, Ninja, Ninja rap, Ninja, Ninja rap
Go, go, go, go
Go Ninja, go Ninja go, go Ninja, go Ninja go
Go Ninja, go Ninja go, go Ninja, go Ninja go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Ninja, Ninja rap, Ninja, Ninja rap, Ninja, Ninja rap
Go, go, go, go
Go Ninja, go Ninja go, go Ninja, go Ninja go
Go Ninja, go Ninja go, go Ninja, go Ninja go
Go, go, go, go
As I continue the journey to get your eardrums straight
Now pay attention to this flow, there's no reason to hate
Now watch me show your state, and let me state how I do it
Sit back and just listen to the music
You get sucked up in this melody
Hell'll be the ones that lay down and get caught up in their jealousy
(huh) They're telling white lies now realize I caught it from the top
and I can see it in your eyes
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool, you're the fool
You're the fool
F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - and there ain't nothing you can do
F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - nothing you can do
Like a phony acting like that you was my homey
Like genuine you tried to ride me like a pony
I'm the only that's gonna shine, so forget it
You critics who wasn't with it
Mad cause I flipped it back on ya'
Blowin up the spot like Kazinsky on safety
Blaze another track cause I'm simply hot to trot
Gotta make a knot, get the people into it
When I do it, grab the cash, and shake the spot
Now tell me if you know how I'm coming, nose running
To get a glimpse at the most stunning and cunning
And never will I change a format and now you know
I can't go for that
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool, you're the fool
F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - and there ain't nothing you can do
Fuck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - nothing you can do
F_ck that bullsh_t...you f_cking...that sh_t sucks... you weak bastard...
f_ck Vanilla Ice...He sucks...he eats sh_t...F_ck Vanilla Ice
(yelling)I hope you got more sh_t than that you weak motherf_cker!
And there ain't nothing you can do
And there ain't nothing you can do
One short life and I can't die
Some got more pricks than a motherf_ckin porcupine
Still I'm waiting, waiting to die
Cause I burn like your mother says, boil like your father's pride
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool, you're the fool
You're the fool
F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - and there ain't nothing you can do
F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - nothing you can do
F_ck you...you white a**...Bullsh_t...corn-fed trailer park...bi_ch...
f_cking...F_ck you...cheap, worn out...yuppie...bastard...whack a**...
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Biaaaatch!
All right stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back I got a brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo-I don't know
Now turn off the lights (huh) and I'll glow
And to the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Too cold, too cold
Too cold, too cold
Too cold, too cold
Too cold
but you be talkin' that shi*
Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, now as I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, you better gain way
You better hit the bull's eye, the kid don't play
And if there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style is like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and know you wanna step with this
Swamp plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJ's say "damn"
If rhyme was a drug, you know I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic and when I kick my juice
And if there was a problem, you know that I would solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it.
Ice Ice Baby (throw your hands in the air, let me know you're out there)
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby (throw your hands in the air, let me know you're out there)
Ice Ice Baby, too fuc*in' cold
Too cold, too cold, too cold, too cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too cold, too cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too cold, too cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too cold, too cold
Ice Ice Baby
now that ya feelin it I see you're getting weak
you're gettin real close
you're reachin that peak
you're like high altitude in a lear jet
work them hips like a pistons in a corvette
slow down or I'll have to pull ya over
search ya, handcuff ya, and do a move on ya
you get a GWB stands for girl with a body pump it like a hottie
seems like you got switches and you're hittin em
two wheel motion keep bumpin em
now throw it east to west and put a hump in it
back stroke, and boogie with a bump in it
tell me how ya do it like that, how ya got stacked
how you scrambled like a quarter back
I want you weak in the knees and shaking in your pants
and all I wanna do is make you dance
come on!
Here I come, here I come Here I come, here I come Here I come, here I come
Here I come, here I come Here I come, here I come Here I come, here I come
Here I come, here I come Here I come, here I come
see the sweat that you're lettin off
now, keep it comin girl
ya know I love it when you take it off
you got me sittin in the hot seat
drippin from the body heat
from my head to my feet
we can do it by candle light all night
keep it goin till the sunlight, that's right
whatcha tryin to do, make the Ice melt?
don't you know my cream is good for your health?
you know you wanna shake what your mamma gave ya
you're getting real hot, now I'm gonna spray ya
rub it in like lotion
juices flowin everywhere
like water in the ocean
you got that hourglass figure
all the right moves
and ya know I wannaa dig ya
got 31 flavors, know what I mean?
and I wanna take a dip in your ice cream
Here I come, here I come Here I come, here I come Here I come, here I come
Here I come, here I come Here I come, here I come Here I come, here I come
Here I come, here I come Here I come, here I come
know I'll be the one to kick this shit off
and crank it up like a 250
engine in a motorcross
and make ya feel it girl
till ya get sick with it
and all that junk in your trunk
don't be stingy with it
and I'm gonna make it all good like the weekend
you got enough for yourself and for all my friends
and it's enough of me to go round like the globe
set it up like a tent, watch it unfold
I see your eyes glistening for the benji's
but you ain't gotta fake it
I just want you to shake it
break me off a piece of that action like Jackson
I ain't trying to hit it
and I ain't trying to wax it
picture you and me on the beach and you be
climbing up this tall coconut tree
all I wanna do is hump with it and make you scream
and eat you up
as I floss with your g-string
Here I come, here I come Here I come, here I come Here I come, here I come
Here I come, here I come Here I come, here I come Here I come, here I come
Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla Ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over "pop goes the weasel"
was a big fl-fl-flop flop
brother's didn't like your record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
but this ain't a dis `cause you sold gold
Still, I made a killin and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million
given my rhyming spice while my DJs on the slice
Vanilla Ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the Ice King
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
Why is that I disperse
Why does God shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
Why is that I disperse
Why does God shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
It's my living condition
It's my living condition
It's my living condition
It's my living condition
Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on
I rock records, every record at random
Flyin heads, as the heads get full
Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn
To my tomb
I'm wicked as a witch on a broom stick
I smash bricks with one lick
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
You don't get a second chance
Cause and tremors bring the scales in hand
Call the cops, the paramedics, the man's down
You wanna rock my bell so I broke them down
My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip
And you ain't nothing but my itty-bitty target
And as I walk through the valley of sin
As I continue the journey to get your eardrums straight
Now pay attention to this flow, there's no reason to hate
Now watch me show your state, and let me state how I do it
Sit back and just listen to the music
You get sucked up in this melody
Hell'll be the ones that lay down and get caught up in their jealousy
(huh) They're telling white lies now realize I caught it from the top
and I can see it in your eyes
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool, you're the fool
You're the fool
F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - and there ain't nothing you can do
F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - nothing you can do
Like a phony acting like that you was my homey
Like genuine you tried to ride me like a pony
I'm the only that's gonna shine, so forget it
You critics who wasn't with it
Mad cause I flipped it back on ya'
Blowin up the spot like Kazinsky on safety
Blaze another track cause I'm simply hot to trot
Gotta make a knot, get the people into it
When I do it, grab the cash, and shake the spot
Now tell me if you know how I'm coming, nose running
To get a glimpse at the most stunning and cunning
And never will I change a format and now you know
I can't go for that
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool, you're the fool
F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - and there ain't nothing you can do
Fuck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - nothing you can do
F_ck that bullsh_t...you f_cking...that sh_t sucks... you weak bastard...
f_ck Vanilla Ice...He sucks...he eats sh_t...F_ck Vanilla Ice
(yelling)I hope you got more sh_t than that you weak motherf_cker!
And there ain't nothing you can do
And there ain't nothing you can do
One short life and I can't die
Some got more pricks than a motherf_ckin porcupine
Still I'm waiting, waiting to die
Cause I burn like your mother says, boil like your father's pride
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool in the suit
You're the fool, you're the fool
You're the fool
F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - and there ain't nothing you can do
F_ck you - there ain't nothing you can do
You whack bastard - nothing you can do
F_ck you...you white a**...Bullsh_t...corn-fed trailer park...bi_ch...
f_cking...F_ck you...cheap, worn out...yuppie...bastard...whack a**...
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Biaaaatch!
Ha Ha Ha
Stop as I drop this bomb
Blow up this place like another Vietnam
I'm heavy like a Holyfield blow to the dome
Back up son now give me room, give me room
I set it off like this, don't give it up
I'm all up in you till you just can't get enough
I'm real hard to the bone you want more
I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
So check the wrath it's for real 'cause I'm gonna get mine
I roll up on you like Eastwood
I'm blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your neighborhood
I spreads butter like Parkay
Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay
Do what you feel and check the skill
I'm in your grill, peep this I got the raw deal
And in your Jeep Cherokee or Land Cruiser
Rollin' through the hood I know you're gonna use a
Track like this all up in your eardrum
So pump the E.Q. and let the speakers hum
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
Go and check it I think it's time to wreck it
Here I come again with my stuff, so let's test it
I'm cool like the ice, or Vanilla, hear my flavor
Freezin' up the mic, I hit you with somethin' you can savor
No slippin', no stonin', I am gettin' to the point
So hit the mad ism and light another joint
The easy like stylist with a kick when I'm kicking
No tripping, I'm hitting, so get a good grip in
Get with a style I be using, and there's no dissin'
And here's a quick lesson I carry a Smith and Wesson
Listen up close and there'll be no confusion
Now you're addicted to mentally abusing
Word to the mother I'm here to tear it up
And if you can't get with it, I don't give a fuck
So run to your crew and tell them I am here
This here is for the people, yo [Incomprehensible]
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
It's the funky rhyme killer, the dope song thriller
Get your ass back, before you get caps in ya
Funky rhyme killer, the dope song thriller
Get your ass back, before you get caps in ya
Funky rhyme killer, the dope song thriller
Get your ass back, before you get caps in ya
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
I had a zig zag story just the other day
I rolled a fat blunt and yo, it ripped this way
I took a puff (uh-huh) and what did I see?
Those motherf__kers still wanna I-C-E
To blaze up a sac of that green bombay
And when I reach my peak, I explode like Dante
Tha ganjay has got my mind wide open, I'm soakin'
In the music, I use it, and don't abuse it
And true, it gets me high like the sky
I will buy 'till the day that I die
You ain't gotta ask me why
I take tokes from the smoke, I can't deny
Got a lifetime supply
And I wanna get you high
Get you high all night
'Cause I wanna get you high
Get you high all night
And I wanna get you high
Bang another joint
Zig zag stories
Bang another joint
Zig zag stories
This is a zig zag story that I had last night
A six-pack, a joint, and I was feeling all right
Lit up tha chronic, and what did I see?
This bad-a__ bit_h creeping up on me
She had the look that could get the Ice cooked up in a second
I pictured her undressing and gettin' butt-naked
She walked up to me and said her name was Mary Jane
Ain't no shame in my game, down to do anything
Took me by the hand, ask me if I'd like to fly
You know I like to fly
'Cause I wanna get you high
Get you high all night
'Cause I wanna get you high
Get you high all night
And I wanna get you high
Bang another joint
Zig zag stories
Bang another joint
Zig zag stories
(Right here, you know we're gettin' 'em high right now)
Now here's a zig zag story that I'm havin' right now
Gotta get myself together 'cause some sh_t is goin' down
Hit you people off with my new CD
Hard To Swallow, like saying "F__k the industry!"
I'm stompin' through the bayou with my black boots laced
And takin' out you motherf__kers acting two-faced
For the people out there gonna blaze 'till I die
Blaze up the thai
'Cause I wanna get you high
Get you high all night
'Cause I wanna get you high
Get you high all night
And I wanna get you high
Bang another joint
Zig zag stories
Bang another joint
Zig zag stories
(Blaze up a sac of the green bombay...ahh, that feels good...ahh, yeah,
La the Darkman:
Yeah yeah uh-huh
Yeah yeah uh-huh
Yeah yeah uh-huh
Yeah yeah uh-huh
Chorus:
Darkman
V-Ice
Trust me ain't nothing nice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
La the Darkman:
I'm painting bloody pictures
Ill as hitler's back in germany
Kid's think they're burning me
you really ain't concerning me
King B hold a mack 8 plus 3
And I draw rhymes fast as zorro draw that Z
Draw guns - fast as white boys on TV
You can't fuck with me trap a con thief
Warfare my clan specialize in putting cats in
wheelchairs
Pack a .38 snubnose name brand clothes
Wish money to my clan wish death to my foes
That's how it goes
Money is gung-ho
Dark advocate sniping weak rappers with a crossbow
Stay on the low with a M-16 flow
In the Benz with a dime, puffin hydro
I'm CEO you're TKO John Doe
My raps is like cheap keys straight from Mexico
Yo, I flow like a UFO all-pro
Rich kid, get my dick sucked in a Tahoe
When I hear a beat it's like putting tims on my feet
They wanna track me, away from the heat, the police
I run the street with a mack milli for rappers who act
silly
Cock it back, then smoke that like a Phillie
Chorus:
Darkman
V-Ice
Trust me ain't nothing nice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Ice:
I throw my rhymes like a bow
Shoot em out like an arrow
Swooping on suckers like an eagle, not a sparrow
walk a wide path, I never ever walk it narrow
Step on stage with funky hip-hop apparel
Got the funky rhymes sometimes they leave you scared
It's like looking down a shotgun barrel
Hardcore
Runs through my veins like cocaine
V-Ice
In your brains like bloodstains
Psycho!
When I step to the mic, bro
You know the Ice'll do it right, what I'm saying
is "Yo"
Suckers fronting what they wantin - and it's for me to
fade
Thought I was outta here but I ain't going away
Back with the track
I keep my bank phat
You know I got the flavor for the funky format
You're not giving up, the credit I seek
Darkman in the house he's ready to creep
Now what you gonna do
My boys are on you
You know a hard head makes for a soft shoe
Now turn it up for your passenger - LOUDER
Cause it's the thrilla killa, I bring the
Hardcore hour
Chorus:
Darkman
V-Ice
Trust me ain't nothing nice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Chorus:
Darkman
V-Ice
Trust me ain't nothing nice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Hardcore
My dog's unbreakable like dice
2 2 2 ICE
yeah 1 2 1 2 mic check uh
death and destruction
weak rhymes and hard crimes
tech nines and lost time to find my
know what it's like to world fight
and white lies
dark side with no sides
the very light
to decide what lies inside the eyes
terrorize despite the pain surprise
i wont front you know i wont hide
why? its fright night worldwide
CHORUS
it's coming its coming 4x
nothing is real
cant do what u feel
nothing feels right
cant save my life
steady rise and rise to the other side
predefined and unified its redefined
love or hate complicate when we all die
dont lose sight of the struggles that i have inside
find out the reason why the people ask why
they see the light i'm going out each and every time
now clear the path i feel the wrath now I'm free
get from in front of me
CHORUS
you cant make me die
now i testify
through you i can see
get from in front of me
you cant make me die
now i'm detrified
through you i can see
get from in front of me
NOW!!!
CHORUS
CHORUS
nothing is real
cant do what u feel
nothing feels right
cant save my life
nothing is real 4x
Now, the industry has got me thinking twice
Thinking with the treble mix, gotta shake em like dice
Let the whole world know I can't go for that
Girls know that I got gold and stacks
In every cul de sac from the streets to the clubs
I'm making hits and everybody's showing love
Fact is I'm back and I'm rolling like Jackson
Won't stop until I'm back at multi platinum
So I start with some action, I'm the main attraction
Here to lie down to the west crackin
Stackin big chips, holmes, gotta get em
Hauling in lots of residuals, what you got
You can't choose me
Bring it to you live for the year 2G
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - And I'm going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - You never ever made me
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - And I'm going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - I'm all fu_ked up
Yo, Ice it's Jim splice me in - no, stop
Begin, pause, cause I gotta call the next of kin
Tell em where you been, tell em that you're ok
DOA, here say, no way, won't say
Dead yes, dead all, not dead and gone
Like a multi-leader, a little bit withdrawn
Time and go like a vicious cycle
Then wham, make em think that you are coming out like George Michael
On par to make people to turn in no sooner
Hook, line, and sinker; like Charlie the Tuna
Drop the hero and get with the zero
I'll try to keep it clean like Mr. Belvedere
Fu_k me, fu_k you, fu_k the single
Don't want to take it in the can, you're not pringles
But once you pop you can't stop
So don't interrupt - situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - And I'm going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - You never ever made me
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - And I'm going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - I'm all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - And I'm going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - You never ever made me
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - And I'm going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - I'm all fu_ked up
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - And I'm going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - You never ever made me
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - And I'm going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - I'm all fu_ked up
Round and round we go, where it stops nobody knows
Guess who's back.....
Chorus:
OKS original killa shit that'll leave yo wrists slit
OKS niggas with the biscuits mobbin through your district splifted on some sick shit
raisin' up from my tomb
time warp on a dime off the shrooms
zoom in let me take your mind on a journey
see what I see visions of bodies burnin'
like turnin a pistol and pointin it to your dome
cock it back squeeze the trigger blow and it's on
brains gone, thrown out the back of your cranium
trippin' on your shorts, left your ass a corpse on your Ma's front porch
about to torch down the house
caught your mama and her spouse fuckin on the couch like south
bout to make moves off your fam bam
madman lyrically from rap to seran next plan
let me expand on my artwork genius in my reality
pure insanity can it be the angel dust that turns your brains to dust
bust lyrics strangle us no one is insane as us
Chorus:
OKS original killa shit that'll leave yo wrists slit
OKS niggas with the biscuits mobbin through your district splifted on some sick shit
takin puffs on the smoke I call the Anti-Christ
got me seein red and purple lights
mixed with black dots
peep the backdrop of the crime scene
niggas seein' 19" I'm seein' widescreen
so much red Visine can't get it out
from the rage of the slugs as the iron spit it out
it is I Psycho palmin' the Desert Eagle
creepin' through your blocks in the crypt colored Reagal
pure evil bumpin brother Lynch season of the sick
how you gonna reason with the Psycho I'm the desolate
watch the devil spit, call the exorcist
satanic messages, got me wearin nigases for necklaces
yes it is the messenger of death watch yo step
I'm quite wicked
make a motherfucker leak his life liquid
so why risk it it's a suicide
when it comes to you and I
do or fly nigga you will die
Girl, I keep thinkin' of how I feel
When I'm in your arms gives me a chill
Just knowin' that you want me by your side
Mellows my mind and enhances my pride
Girl, I need you more and more each day
Believe me when I tell you, I'm here to stay
I'm captured by your love and your pretty smile
Your devastating beauty and your sweet profile
I love you, 'cause I love you
I love you, 'cause I love you
You're so fine, let's wine and dine
I'm so happy that you are mine
Thinking of you, I melt with desire
Take you in my arms, let love take us higher
To hear you talk, sounds so sweet
When you're close to me I feel your heat
Girl, I want you and you want me
And it'll last until eternity
You're like the snow fallin' from the sky
So clean, like the look in your eye
You're my queen, I'll buy you everything
Yes, girl, even diamond rings
'Cause you're my lady, and this love is true
Every sunset makes me think of you
And I'll never forget what you mean to me
Comin' straight from the heart of Vanilla I-C-E
I love you, 'cause I love you
I love you, 'cause I love you
Hello, girl, when I first saw you, it was love at first sight
We've been goin' out now for about two years
And I still feel the same, I know I haven't said it much before
Well, it's because, see, I get all choked up inside
Just doesn't wanna' come out
I don't know, maybe this'll help all the bad things I've done
So, no matter what goes on, no matter what happens
Written by: Vanilla Ice & Tha Hit Men
Produced by: Vanilla Ice & Tha Hit Men
Published by: Ice Baby Music, Inc.,
Oliver and Cooley Music Publishing., BMI
Background vocals (rap): Vanilla Ice
Mix by: Vanilla Ice
Synchclavier engineer: Rober Wechsler
Recorded & mixed at Luminous Sound Studios, Inc.
Crank it up, yo, and let me hear that system bump.
Cuz with this here I gotta get over the hump.
And you know what that means (that means)
Kickin' out funky rhymes "G" (rhymes "G")
I got the funky rjymes that'll please (that'll please).
And my jams break overseas (overseas)
So when I come to town be prepared to be hyped up.
Cuz when the mics turned on I get psyched up (psyched up)
The V.I.P. gets it started with intro.
Bustin' smooth moves on top of instrumental
Turn up the beats in the Jeeps louder
Here we go y'all - with minutes of power
Minutes of power
Minutes of power
When I step to the mic - bro.
Vanilla Ice does it right
And what I'm sayin' is - Yo!
Ya suckers frontin' what ya wantin' is for me to fade
Thought I was outta here fools,
I ain't goin' away.
Back with the track that will keep my bank fat.
HUA! Vanilla's got the flavor for the funky format.
An' if you're not givin' up the credit I seek -
VIP's in the house and they're ready to creep.
Now whatcha gonna do when my boys are on you?
You know a hard head makes for a soft shoe.
So turn it up for the passengers - LOUDER!
It's Vanilla Killa with Minutes of Power.
Walk through the smoke on the stage
And the girls scream.
Ice gets em hot, then they melt like ice cream.
Flowin' with the swiftness
Kickin' it with the quickness.
Fell's gettin jealous cuz their girlies want a quick kiss.
When I'm rolllin' around in my 5.0 drop top
Turning up the sounds,
Cuz I wanna bump the hip hop.
People gettin' mad cuz they hear the big bass hit.
I turn it up more just to let cha know I won't quit.
Ice has got it locked down and theres no stoppin' it.
When i hear a track like this
You know that I'll be rocking it.
Sounds so sweet, it could never be sour
Here we go y'all with the
M.......minutes of power.
Now's the time for the Ice to let a rhyme rip.
Loadin' up my lyrics with a 9 double M clip.
Shootin' all enemies, you're not even a friend of me
I ain't Spike Lee so I do the wrong thing "G."
So down with Luther Campbell OH NO.
I don't think so.
Travel state to state an' and the Ice man rips shows
Steppin' in my path an' you might get broken
I got it goin' on an' you know I ain't jokin'.
Power every hour an' the Ice keeps risin'.
Sellin' out arenas so don't look surprised
When Vanilla shows up an' the place explodes.
An' if ya missed it - catch the next episode!
Gather up your troops,
Rush 'em to the record store -
An' pick up the new LP from the Ice Man.
So let the funk flow louda'
And le me hit cha - hit cha - hit cha
With the, with the
Minutes, minutes,
minutes of power..
Yo! Here comes the intro
It's time to let it go
I live the life of my rhyme, I think I'll let it show
So, keep it goin' so the mic can stay warm
Then I know I've been doin' my job 'cause there'll be sweat pourin'
So pick and choose your weapon but don't slip
I'm here to kill you boys with the flex of my mic grip
So pump your fist like this, but don't miss
The hook and the break when you decide to dance to this
Lyrical concept that's meant for the dance floor
I know you adore 'cause that's what you came for
The Ice rhymer is back and livin' large
And when I'm at a show you better wear camouflage
'Cause there was plenty who thought I couldn't swing this
But now all I get from the crowd is just a pumped fist
So sing along with the chorus 'cause it's a hit
Or stay at home alone 'cause Ice will be workin' it
Work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work
it, work it. Work it, Ice, yea! C'mon and work it baby
Work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work
it, work it. Work it, Ice, yea! C'mon and work it baby
Go white boy, go white boy, go!
Check out the hook. Vanilla Ice, yep, yep
I'm makin' a killin' and chillin' because I'm cool as an ice pack
You're lovin' everything when I think of a new track
I keep my rhyme flowin', notice it's right on time
And separate the wax and keep my mic in line
so put your body in motion and let me know that you're there
And those playin' the wall don't be scared
'Cause it's a foundation of breaks put to a beat
Strong as concrete 'cause I'm rockin' the beat
I'm in rock mode now' cause I'm steppin' like a soldier
Move to the groove and try to hold your composure
Never the less I'm back to attack
I came to manifest, and express to this dope track
Blow off the lid for the kid I get nice
That's why the ladies scraem...Oh! Vanilla Ice!
Forthcomin' I'm risin' to the top
The real definition of funk is put to hip hop
That's what I though, you're cause by the friction
Pens to the pad when I'm shakin' the mixin'
What I like to hear is a drummer get wicked
The tone of a vocal thrown and then kick it
Don't be surprised if your eyeballs swell
I know it's hard to regard 'cause I'm loved by the females
Masses of many, which is plenty, comes to a halt
No one's in the runnin', so I guess that is my fault
So pump up the crowd and give 'em somethin' to step to
My DJ's at his max to enhance what I bring you
The concepts hittin' so follow along like a cookbook
Acknowledge the pros from all the titles I took, yea
The crowd's at ease when I breat through the mic end
As I whip up a dance better move all the mic stands
I go to work on the floor like a wet mop
If you've ever been moved, check it out when I rock
(Repeat chorus)
Throw your hands in the air and let's get hyper
Flip this thing and sting like a viper
Rollin' with the rhythm, I did it for my opponent
If there was a crown to be taken, yea, I would own it
Believe that my rhyme is spoken like it has to be
With slang to stain it's a sheer catastrophe
Sheer to the point, to the point it's like lethal
The dope that I'm sellin' is not even illegal
But, still knowck you out with clout to make you shout
To rock the party people sho 'em what it's all about
Money, yea, is the key to all problems
If you believe that, then you should surely solve 'em
'Cause i got the key, the key to attack
The knowledge from my dome, from the top of my track
To my foes, I can show I can flow 'cause I'm legit
Thinkin' of a new dance, Ice will be workin' it
(Repeat chorus)
Written by: Vanilla Ice, Zero, Rod Johnson
Produced by: Vanilla Ice & Zero
Published by: Ice Baby Music, Inc., DJ Zero Music,
Inc., BMI.
Keyboards: Darryl Delite Allamby
Mix by: Vanilla Ice
Synchclavier engineer: Rober Wechsler
Recorded & mixed at Luminous Sound Studios, Inc.
I Remember way back when
Lookin' for the right girl to be my friend.I searched and searched but still never campe up.
On the right one who would be mine and the only one.
Luck never came my way,
and all I ever came up with is a broken heart ya see.
I couldn't stand to be alone why my boys
Strit kick it with the bitties while I sat by the telephone.
Everytime I hear it rang it wasn't who I want it to be.
It was just the same ol' thing, another day another
Hearache
No pain, no gain, just lookin' for a good thang.
Moma use to say don't look for love,
Just let it come around and surely one day it'll be found.
Ya see I'm kinda like 2 pac, when i get around
But the ICE goes down.
I go down, I go down, I go down baby, I go down
I go down, I go down baby doll, I go down
Step up if ya think ya out there
I know it's gotta be a tender
Who'll remember Ice somewhere.
That's only if you're ready for a REAL ONE
I need a tender and yea I gotta FEEL ONE.
I wanna tease and please and do it all with ease
But ya gotta be right and all dat
There when I need ya perfect like kodak,
Picture perfect body like an hour glass figure.
Cool in tha head and I gotta dig her,
The type that never says no,
Cuz she's down to the fullest.
Cool like the wind blows,
And I ain't trying' to search and find
I guess it's true when they say
That love is blind,
You see I'm kinda like 2 pac, when I get around
But the ICE goes down
Now I'm on tour and got the past behind me,
But I need something to remind me,
Of the days when I played the kissing game.
But now things changed and no I ain't the same,
I made a come up, and now they run up
They all scream I'm the one, that wants to give the luv up.
But ICE ain't got no time for games
I need a real love, like Mary J. Blighe know what I sayin.
But the odds are still against me, I'm making paper
And still need that one, that wants to be with me.
And not for the money, nor the fame, but for me
One who can give me that security.
So if you're out there this one's for you,
You'll be down with me, then maybe I'll be true
You see I'm kinda like 2 pac, when I get around
But the ICE goes down
Written by: Vanilla Ice, Zero, Marcus Smith, Tha Hit Men
Produced by: Vanilla Ice & Zero
Published by: Ice Baby Music, Inc., DJ Zero Music, Inc., BMI.
Background Vocals (rap): Vanilla Ice
Mix by: Vanilla Ice
Synchclavier engineer: Rober Wechsler
Recorded & mixed at Luminous Sound Studios, Inc.
Get Loose
Vanilla Ice is here with the juice.
No use for steppin' so give the bass a boost
Produced by the 3 man crew
Not a deuce just a hit man.
Keepin' rappers necks in a noose
I'm gettin' juiced up,
But Vanilla's not souped up.
Check out the read dope track that I looped up
All you poo but sucka's plain' the back in fact black.
If you run up I'll flip you like a flapjack,
An' roll you up like a knappack
Crack that skull with bat
You should've known you're rap's wacked
You lack the style and skill to even get paid.
Grab the mic and you will verbally get slayed.
I raid the track like a terrorist
And with my napalm bomb lyrics,
I got 'em scared of this.
So be prepared to be taken to the Twilight Zone
And the VIP is bad to the bone.
Ain't no way against me you can get juice
Ain't no way against me you can get juice
Ain't no way against me you can get juice
Back off the stage,
An' watch Vanilla Ice get loose.
Get Loose...all the Ladies, Get Loose...all the Fellas, Get
Loose...all the brothers, Get Loose...all the Mothers, Get
Loose...all the Sisters, Get Loose...now the Dogs, Get
Loose...Everybody, here we go, here we go
Get loose as I boost the juice
Once more for the people who wanted it.
an' didn't know what's in store,
I've got another big hit
Of course a Vanilla rides the groove like a Gemballa
Porsche.
I got Zero on the cut like a lumberjack better yet a
Butcher
Guaranteed to put cha in the right mood
We make ya dance in a frenzy.
Sucka's gettin' mad cuz I'm getting all the Skins "G"
Plus I'm makin' all the ends "G".
And the women wanna ride my pickle like it was a bicycle
Or just lick it like a popsicle.
I got a little time to waste so baby put it in my face
I wanna taste you neta and I bet-cha,
I get-cha, right where I wan-cha,
And I'm about to let-cha have it.
I'm talking about my carrot, you're the bunny rabbit
Here it is baby doll, honey, grab it
Open up so I can have it.
Ooh...whee do like BBD and do me baby
You're the lady who makes
Me looney screamin' Ice ice Baby
Straight knockin' the boots just Cuz I'm a super star.
And she knows this that's why I do her far
Or should I say long, if you know what I mean.
I'm talking about my Ice cream - yea
I make the girls scream, as I give up the juice
Vanilla Ice is here, to make the girls get loose...
Written by: Vanilla Ice, Tha Hit Men, Zero
Produced by: Vanilla Ice, Tha Hit Men, Zero
Published by: Ice Baby Music, Inc., DJ Zero Music, Inc.,
Oliver and Cooley Music Publishing, BMI.
Talkbox: Jeffrey Smith
Bass: Mike daane
Drums: Davis Bickston
Guitar: Andy Timmons
Background vocals (rap): Vanilla Ice
Mix by: Vanilla Ice
Synchclavier engineer: Robert Wechsler
Recorded & Mixed at Luminous Studios, Inc.
Now everybody wants to have fame
But you'll pay the price if you're not plain' it by the game
Cuz this game is made up of a bunch of crazy rules,
And fools get took if they're not plaing by the rules.
Now, the Ice is kickin' it, kickin' it kickin' it like a champ,
But don't try to play me like some wet food stamp.
They say that it was a fluke,
cuz I used a fat loop,
But here's the sccop, troop
The Ice is back to make it hoop.
An' since it's 94, and now I'm back on the scene,
Escapin from the hell of takin' it to the extreme.
It's kind of strange, cuz people say you've changed...
But I never changed,
Even though I got Fame,
Yo, I'm still the same...Ugh!
Fame, I'm still the same person,
I never ever switch, an' even if I'm rich.
But now it's like an itch,
Cuz I love the music.
They say I do it for the money,
And it's funny, clockin' all the honeys;
The ones that used to dis - now they wanna kiss.
Lookin' at what my troops got,
Now they're getting their boots knocked.
Damn it's a shame - do I love 'em
No I don't "G".
A couple of yeas ago, they didn't want me
Now I got these so called friends,
It's down with the Ice,
Cuz they know I'm makin' ends.
But my real friends have been friends through the fame.
An' since I have fame ain't a damn thing changed,
Yo I'm still the same...Ugh!
And let me tell you about the pros and the cons,
Fame only lasts if you keep droppin' them bombs.
Now in the public eye - you know I'm havin' to admit it,
You become a target for a whole lot of critics.
Reporters stickin' to ya like white on rice.
Now everywhere I go they wanna interview the Ice.
Before every show it's like I'm steadily surrounded
By all of my
Exhale, Exhale, Exhale, Exhale
Droppin' science in you ear like my name was Einstein
I been breakin down these barriers in this concubine
I'm trapped in the ice and theres no escape
I bet you'll regret everyday, that you got up pin my face
With eye contacted and the domes will crack
Anywhere, anytime, on any world map
You jibber-jabber bullshit
flapper, wanna-be rapper
Fake mini-me like who?
Marshall Mathers
Chorus:
Walkin a fine line, stompin in prime time
Strippin down your neck
Now you're living in the die time
Don't hold back, I dont take jack
My shit is tabu like my sisters ass crack
Call the FBI to secure this operation
Ice is penetrating all across this damn nation
A diabolical philosophy, I'm breathing
Micrphone phenon, you eatin my semen
You got phobia, get off my sisters lobia
Trailer park trash, get off my ball sack
Comin through with the wickedness
Yo, I'm true to kickin this
Try to stop me, HAH don't be ridiculous
Exhale, Exhale, Exhale, Exhale
Chorus:
Walkin a fine line, stompin in prime time
Strippin down your neck
Now you're living in the die time
Don't hold back, I dont take jack
My shit is tabu like my sisters ass crack
Chorus:
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...Uh
here come the south shit dirty dirty fly shit
this is for them rednecks and brothers with gold teeth
and them south boys on the streets with much heat
put it up now for the dirty south
southern fried now all up in your mouth
it's that hip hop shit with the southern twist
and you pick em up truck you be bumpin' this
with that piece and chain and the diamond ring
and them outta town broads they be lovin' the slang
713, I-45 big crawler
and the 214 big town B-Baller
Chorus:
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...Uh
here come the south shit dirty dirty fly shit
I got the south shit bumpin in my G-ride
eyes closed puffin' green when I drive by
here is something you can't understand...how I can burn Killa Man
step up if you wanna get some of this here
I got the blunt got a cooler full of cold beer
roll the Escalade down to the river
pull the fishin' poles out sippin' on Sizzers
just bullshittin' highsidin' eyes on tight
get it crunk get it crunk we gonna ball tonite
now whatcha got for me is it Hennessey or maybe Xtasy fill my fantasies
I can't believe I got your mind wide open
trippin' on the south shit now what is you smokin'
Chorus:
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...Uh
here come the south shit dirty dirty fly shit
puff puff give I got that dirty dirty fly shit
when I wake up in the morning yo I got to get my fix quick
rollin' thru the hood gotta get my buzz on
hittin' them switches on that 20 inch chrome
through the south side where they got them fat sacks
where they at where they atgot my seat laid back
I'm a south side rider
burn E-Z widers
shakin' off them haters cause them fools can't try us
you ballers and hustlers smokin' southside skunk
pushin them blades when you ride through the swamp
if you're feelin this with me let me see you put em up
we never get enough of that south side whud
Chorus:
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...Uh
here come the south shit dirty dirty fly shit
dirty south shit will have your ass hella a dazed
everybody in this bitch bout gettin' paid
riding on dubs swervin' in the Escalade
and these south side niggas, I don't think you could fade
who wanna be the next punk riding in the trunk
ridin' with my nigga Ice blowin' on the skunk
it's hard to hold this cause we hot like fire
boy I thought you knew it's south side till I expire
comin' with hollow tips up in the clip will make you flip
it's south side when I ride south side when I dip
what y'all know about the dirty south
put em up put em up
Chorus:
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...Uh
here come the south shit dirty dirty fly shit
it's that southern fried shit all in your mouth
Yo bloodhound gang and rob van winkle together on this track
Stop as we drop this bomb
Blow up this place like another vietnam
Heavy like a tyson blow to the dome
Back up son give me room give me room
To set it off like this don’t give it up
I’m all up in you till you just can’t get enough
Real hard to the bone you want more
I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
So check the wrath it’s for real I’m gonna get mine
Roll up on you like eastwood
Blowing up fifteens as I’m riding through your neighborhood
I spreads butter like parkay
Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay
Do what you feel and check the skill
I’m in your grill peep this I got the raw deal
In your jeep cherokee or land cruiser
When you’re rolling through the hood you want use a
Track like this all up in your eardrum
So check the e.q. and let them speakers hum
And gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
Round one round two knock out
Straight to your head like my round never lights out
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a
Jimmy jimmy y’all jimmy damn jimmy yea
Gimme the mic rob so I can take it away
Got more lines than the welfare office
Are you upset you’ll never get to be as clever as this?
Spreadin’ quicker than your mom have a feel but don’t cop it
Yea I stole your beat but that’s cause you dropped it
Crude as oil unrefined but slick
I’m gonna get you from behind like a gay convict
Cause my name ain’t quasimodo but I still got a hunch
That like the jim jones cult I’ll take you out with one punch
You’re spiro agnew and I’m the dick you answer to
Your sweating like a watermelon at a baptist bar-b-que
Sneaking up like celery yeah I’m stalking
I squeak like stephen hawkins yeah but I’m walkin’
Nose to ground so this bloodhound will sniff and follow it
I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it
Screaming like a mimi when you see me coming near you
Like a kenny loggins’ record no one’s ever gonna hear you
Like a game of hide and seek it’s all over if I see ya
Cause your yellower than tinkle and you’ll be running like diarrhea
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a
These lyrics were stripped of their dignity from the bloodhound gang website because that’s the bloodhound gang way, rock on.
Coolin in the shade
Sippin on lemonade.
I hear a knowck on the door Who is it?
Kim, ocmin' to pay me another visit.
She tells me that I'm on her mind,
And a player like me is very hard to find.
I like the way she licks her lips starin' in my eyes,
I must admit she's got some juicy thighs.
I like the way she wears her hair and the tight skirts fit,
That's why I got her in my mix.
All she wants to do is hit the sheets and keep it goin',
That's why I'm mind blowin.
Mind Blowin, blowin my mind...
Ten minutes past, I got my eyes on her Ugh...
She's shaped like an hour glass.
I like the red lipstick, she took a popsicle out,
And put it in her mouth quick.
She whispered in my ear, saying those things that only
A mac would like to hear.
You see, I like a girl that really turns me on
Twist with her walk, and sexy on the telephone.
She tells me she dreams of me, she wants to be with me
And not another memory,
But for now we can hit the sheets baby,
And keep it goin' now I'm mind blowin.
Now the heat is on my fingers still in her hair,
Now she's reaching for my underwear.
I'm thinking I should make her wait
For another day, oh I forget, Sherri's on the way.
Off came the top, she's looking in my eyes
Here we go with the big surprise.
I guess i can't resist it, hands all over my body
As she puckered up and kissed.
Uhhh, off came the pumps, I'm checkin' out the rump
She's got a lotta junk in her trunk.
And finally we hit the sheets, and kept it goin'
Now I'm mind blowin'.
I'm a survivor, Ive been around the block,
I'm a survivor. Ive been around the block.
I'm survivor yeah...
Wel its not about the industry,
and its not about the things that i been through like nozzin Jay Z.
See i Seen alot of things on the road to destruction, addicted to this rap game standing up and busting,
this aint a come back, this aint a second coming
we took a real loss when John back stops strumming!
America's in trouble, the music is dying, they said some things about me now the rap game is lying!
I'm A survivor, Ive been around the block, I'm a survivor, I'm coming out of the block, I'm a survivor, and yet you know i wont stop! I'm a survivor, i cant escape the block! I'm a survivor! What you got? what you got? What you got? what you got? I'm a survivor, you dont want it, you dont want it, you dont want it!
From sold out stages to seconds from my life, to rolling with madonna, to wrecking on my bike, there are some things i regret, and some i dont, and some i dont!
I went from styles of the 90's to Dickies and short toes, no matter what I'm wearing, i'm still in a hell hole, escaped suicide from that gun on my dresser, i look into my daughter's eyes that relieves the pressure!
I'm A survivor, Ive been around the block, I'm a survivor, I'm coming out of the block, I'm a survivor, and yet you know i wont stop! I'm a survivor, i cant escape the block! I'm a survivor! What you got? what you got? What you got? what you got? I'm a survivor, you dont want it, you dont want it, you dont want it!
First the love you then they hate, sign you then they rape you, treat you like a sport, pump, fake you then they shake you!
I dont want your, cause i'm far from the norm, i cant take what you give i'd have made it through the storm! I want the whole world to know me straight through my songs, baby when i die, let the songs live on!
Cause i'm survining, now ya know i wont stop, i'm survivng, i'm coming out of the block!
I'm A survivor, Ive been around the block, I'm a survivor, I'm coming out of the block, I'm a survivor, and yet you know i wont stop! I'm a survivor, i cant escape the block! I'm a survivor! What you got? what you got? What you got? what you got? I'm a survivor, you dont want it, you dont want it, you dont want it!
Dancin', Dancin', Dancin'
Come on, come on, come on everybody
Come on, come on everybody
Come on everybody, come on, come on everybody
Come on, come on everybody
Let's do this dance
Get out your seats and let me shake your pants.
Oh, with the base cold thumpin' and the hihats snaren'
People are jumpin' and the fly girls are staren'.
People under 40...Yo! Let's get down.
Because they need more break and now it's sliced by Shay
The records out so don't wait.
The style that I'm doin', it'll ruin
All you people came here just for booin'
Get your dead ass up and back on the floor.
Jump in the groove and let Vanilla go.
Insane, with my gold chain.
You know you're gonna' see it on Soul Train. Hit it!
Dancin', Dancin', Dancin'...
All you people on thel eft, shake your thing
And everybody on the right, do the same thing.
Now, the people in the middle, try to enhance.
Come on everybody, let me see you dance.
In motion, with the potion
Get up everybody and locomotion.
All swing and do your thing
Unless of course, you can't hang. Chillin' is o.k.
But not when I play this song, move along, be gone.
Yea! The beat'll make you move when the records on.
Get with this style and update it
Like my record is, when you play it.
Def comin' strong, hard like a matador
I saw my style, my soul up on the dance floor.
Dancin', Dancin', Dancin'...Do it! Funk it up!
Dancin', Dancin', Dancin'...
Swingin' until the night is through
Just let your feet and your body take control of you.
Just like a trance to keep you movin'
Everybody can do it, just keep on groovin'.
Of the 808...just kickin' like a chicken that you just ate.
So catch a groove so we can get down
Yell out the name of your hometown.
Miami...Catch the groove. L.A....Catch the groove.
New York...Catch the groove. Seattle...Catch the groove.
Dallas...Catch the groove. Detroit...Catch the groove.
VIP dancers...Catch the groove. Everybody...Catch the groove.
Do it!
Dancin', Dancin', Dancin'...Yea! Can we do it?
Dancin', Dancin', Dancin'...Come on everybody...
![Vanilla Ice -Ice Ice Baby , @ [live] ,Moscow [13.03.2010] ,SuperDiscoteka 90 [HD]](http://web.archive.org./web/20130825065343im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/RtlNjKNbOSs/default.jpg "Vanilla Ice -Ice Ice Baby , @ [live] ,Moscow [13.03.2010] ,SuperDiscoteka 90 [HD]")
![Vanilla Ice Live in Turkey 1992 [Full Concert]](http://web.archive.org./web/20130825065343im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/L5B0Tq8U4Ns/default.jpg "Vanilla Ice Live in Turkey 1992 [Full Concert]")
![Vanilla Ice - Extremely Live Concert [1991] Part 1](http://web.archive.org./web/20130825065343im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/INx1N8m2Stw/default.jpg "Vanilla Ice - Extremely Live Concert [1991] Part 1")
![Vanilla Ice Extremely Live Concert [1991] Part 3](http://web.archive.org./web/20130825065343im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/0ukgbl2079A/default.jpg "Vanilla Ice Extremely Live Concert [1991] Part 3")
![VH1 Vanilla Ice Remaking The Artist [Full Episode] [2005]](http://web.archive.org./web/20130825065343im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/kyftRw5mGxU/default.jpg "VH1 Vanilla Ice Remaking The Artist [Full Episode] [2005]")
![Vanilla Ice - Extremely Live Concert [1991] Part 2](http://web.archive.org./web/20130825065343im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/keTBEzuJaio/default.jpg "Vanilla Ice - Extremely Live Concert [1991] Part 2")
.jpg)
