Vanilla Ice Ice Ice Baby Letras:
"Ice Ice Baby"
by Vanilla Ice
from "To the Extreme"
Yo, VIP, Let's kick it!
Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby
Tits!
All right stop, cock
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me arsehole
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 have a wank
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chuff like a candle.
Dance tits!
Bum-fuck 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 to finger me
Love it or leave it
You better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye
The kid dont play
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve tits!
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves tits!
Arse Arse Baby Vanilla [4X]
Now that the party is jumping
With the bras 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?
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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, 'caese 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!
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