Ice Ice Baby
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 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 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 ia jumping
With the bass kiched in, and the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point, no faking
Burning them they 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 ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby, waving just to say,"Hi!"
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 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 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 ia jumping
With the bass kiched in, and the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point, no faking
Burning them they 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 ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby, waving just to say,"Hi!"
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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