Ice Ice Baby

Yo VIP

Let's kick it

All right, stop

Collaborate and listen ice is back with a brand new invention

Something grabs a hold of me tightly flow like a harpoon daily and nightly will ever stop

Yo, I don't know turn off the lights and I'll glow to the extreme

I rock the mic like a vandal light the station watch the chump like a candle dance

The rustle speaker that booms 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 gain weight

You better hit the bullseye, the kid don't play

If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it

Check out the hook while the DJ revolves it

Now that the party is jumpin'

With the bass kicked in, the Vegas off bumpin'

Quick to the point, to the point, no fakin'

I'm cookin' MCs like a pound of bacon

Burnin' them if he ain't quick and nimble

I go crazy when I hear a cymbal

In a hi-hat with a souped-up temple

I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo

solo rollin in my 5.0 with the rack tapped down so my hair couldn't blow

girlies on standby waving just to say hi did you stop no I just drove by kept on

pursuing to the next stop I bust a left I'm headed to the next block that block

was dead so I continue to a1 a beachfront now

through a hot where Lester McKinney's Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis

jealous cuz I'm getting mine shade with the gauge vanilla with a nine ready for

the chumps on the wall the chumps are acting ill cuz I'm cool a baseball gun

Ring out like a bell, I grabbed my nine on the hood with shells

Fallen on the concrete roof, ass jumped in my car, slammed on the gas

Bumper to bumper, the avenue's packed, trying to get away before the jacker's jacked

Police on the scene, you know what I mean, they passed me up, confronted other dope fiends

If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it, check out the hook while the 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.

In my town, they created all the bass sound.

Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground.

Sounds like a chemical spill.

Feasible rhymes, you can vision and feel.

Conducted in form, this is hell of a concept We make it hype, and you'll want to step with this

Shade plays on the fade, slice like a ninja Cut like a razor blade, so fast

Other DJs say, "Damn, Veranda or a drug, I'd sell it by the gram"

My composure when it's time to get loose Magnetize my mic when it kick my juice

If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while the DJ revolves it

Ice, ice, baby Vanilla ice, ice, baby

Vanilla ice, ice baby. Ice, ice baby. Vanilla ice.

Yo, let's get out of here. Word to your mother.