Ice Ice Baby (Edit)
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
Somethin' 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 to the speaker that booms
I'm killin' 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 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 jumpin'
With the bass kicked in
And the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point
To the point, no fakin'
I'm cookin' MC's like a pound of bacon
Burnin' 'em
If you ain't 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 rag-top down
So my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Wavin' just to say "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuin' to the next stop
I busted left, and I'm headin' to the next block
That block was dead, yo!
So I continued to A1A, Beachfront Avenue!
Girls were hot, wearin' less than bikinis
Rockman lovers drivin' Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out gettin' mine
Shay with a guage, and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps actin' ill
'Cause they're full of eight balls
Gunshots rang 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 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
E'nuff to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes you can invision and feel
Conducted and formed
It's 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 DJs 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-Jay 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
Ice, ice, baby
Too cold, too cold
Let's kick it!
Ice ice, baby
Ice Ice, baby
All right stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Somethin' 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 to the speaker that booms
I'm killin' 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 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 jumpin'
With the bass kicked in
And the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point
To the point, no fakin'
I'm cookin' MC's like a pound of bacon
Burnin' 'em
If you ain't 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 rag-top down
So my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Wavin' just to say "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuin' to the next stop
I busted left, and I'm headin' to the next block
That block was dead, yo!
So I continued to A1A, Beachfront Avenue!
Girls were hot, wearin' less than bikinis
Rockman lovers drivin' Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out gettin' mine
Shay with a guage, and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps actin' ill
'Cause they're full of eight balls
Gunshots rang 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 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
E'nuff to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes you can invision and feel
Conducted and formed
It's 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 DJs 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-Jay 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
Ice, ice, baby
Too cold, too cold
Credits
Writer(s): David Bowie, Robert Matthew Van Winkle, Brian Harold May, Mario La Vell Johnson, Roger Meddows Taylor, Frederick Mercury, John Richard Deacon, Floyd Brown
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