(vanilla ice, khayree)
yea...vanillas´ stand the world on a chair. yea!
vanilla ´ll knock ´em down on their rear. yea!
vanilla ´ll make ´em all stand up and cheer. yea!
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
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
go...it´s a party...come on...let´s do this...come on...
real good...into a new phase, jumpin´ up the airwaves
and now you´re amazed ´cause it´s hip hop that you crave
becuase i´m hyped like an addict, there´s no drug involved
the only thing i need is my record revolved
def comin´ dtrong, 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 ice is the giver
i´m givin´ you what you want but you´re dumb and naive
you can´t cope with the dop ice has concieved
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, it comes out your hifi
it´s a party...come on...´let´s do this...
you think it´s funy to lack but i´m a brother to mack
the 808 kickin´ base from a dope drum track
i´m the coolest of cool, kickin´ cools silly fools
you r posse´s takin´ a dip and vanilla´s the pool
get ready for my ritual, it´s at its´ peak
silly punks bow down 1st the lyricist speak
intruders get slayed, my pockets get paid
the girlie is jockin´ it and 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
take you 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 carwin vegas
it´s a party...come on...let´s do this...
do it! 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
it´s a party...come on...let´s do this...
produced by khayree
published by ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)