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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=107663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Livin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here it is, a dope hit<br>Iceman comin with a dope hit<br>Cause a few suckers need their throats slit<br>Jealous cause I went multi-platinum<br>Now Im gonna blast em in the head till theyre dead with my magnum<br>Lyrics might be simplistic, but Im no gimp<br>On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it<br>Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand<br>Vanilla ice, vocal hitman<br>Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop<br>Bop bop bop<br>And you fools drop, (scratching over pop goes the weasel<br>Was a big fl-fl-flop flop<br>Brothers didnt like your record 'cause it wasnt hip hop hop<br>But this aint a dis 'cause you sold gold<br>Still, I made a killin and it aint even a 10 - 11 million<br>Given my rhyming spice while my djs on the slice<br>Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the ice king<br>No one will stop me<br>No one will stop me<br>No one will stop me<br>No one will stop me<br>No one will stop me<br>No one will stop me<br>Chorus<br>Why is that I disperse<br>Why does God shun<br>Why does my man try to run my actions<br>Why is that I disperse<br>Why does God shun<br>Why does my man try to run my actions<br>Its my living condition<br>Its my living condition<br>Its my living condition<br>Its my living condition<br>Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect<br>Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your neck<br>Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on<br>I rock records, every record at random<br>Flyin heads, as the heads get full<br>Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn<br>To my tomb<br>Im wicked as a witch on a broom stick<br>I smash bricks with one lick<br>Chorus<br>No one will stop me<br>No one will stop me<br>No one will stop me<br>You dont get a second chance<br>Cause and tremors bring the scales in hand<br>Call the cops, the paramedics, the mans down<br>You wanna rock my bell so I broke them down<br>My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip<br>And you aint nothing but my itty-bitty target<br>And as I walk through the valley of sin<br>I walk with all you - my friends<br>Produced by ross robinson</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Vanilla Ice - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
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Lyrics might be simplistic, but Im no gimp
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