The Peoples Choice
(performed by vanilla ice)
Its not what you say
Its how you say it
Give me a microphone
On stage, Ill display it
Playing me right and youll get played out
Like polka dots and people will shout
Dirty words cause youre a nerd
Im first, youre third
Its absurd to think that you heard
Better rhymes than these
Im bringing sucker mcs, down to their knees
Tease your thoughts like a feather to atoe
Although the beat seems slow
My groove will still flow
My rhymes are soulful art
That makes your heart dance
Melodic tones move your mind to a quick trance
Everytime I rhyme I find the audience is
Mine, caught by every line
Sparkle like a gem with my golden voice
Posse: why do they love you man?
Im the peoples choice
Chorus
I wanna thank you for lettin me
Be myself
I wanna thank you, uh
Thank you baby
I wanna thank you for lettin me
Be myself
I wanna thank you, uh
Thank you baby
Lets swing it
Step aside or youll get stepped on
Cause Im steppin real hard an my rhymes
Are real strong
Just like atilla, an mc killer
A crowd thriller, no once chiller than the man
With the mic in his hand, Im a trip
All the girls on my tip
Fellas are jealous so I put in the clip
Of my 9-millimeter, glock at my hip
Fifteen shells all over the place
They would chase, if it wouldnt disgrace
The date that they came with
Cause that would be a dis
Tsk, tsk, they dont know what they missed
A chance to dance with the man with
The golden voice
Posse: why do they love you, man?
Im the peoples choice
Chorus
Sucker mcs - I scare em
Girlies - I gotta love em
Rhymes - comin out of my ears
The competition - in tears
Slick dance moves - by the dozens
Battles - please step up cause I love em
Settin up suckers like pins on a bowling ball
And youre gonna fall
You wont hit, its a bottomless pit
Of rhymes, comin straight from the mind
Of a genius, and I cant be modest
When I make a threat, you bet I keep it
Like a promise, so
Shake like a leaf when you see me comin
Frankly, youre better off runnin, fast
And dont look back, wack
Go take a nap, get off that crack, jack
Crowds move by the sound of my golden voice
Posse: why do they love you, man?
Im the peoples choice
Chorus
Written by vanilla ice, gail sky king, pricesa, sylvester stewart
Produced by: vanilla ice & gail sky king
Mixed by: gail sky king and david sussman
Recording engineer: kieran walsh
Keyboards and programming: joey moskowitz
Guitar: teddy kumpel
Bass: joe quinde
Drums: lee finkelstein
Trumpet: ron fox
Sax: mario cruz
Background vocals: d & d posse
Recorded at: d & d recording, new york
And ameraycan studios, los angeles
Mixed at summa music group, los angeles
Published by emi blackwood music inc./qpm music/ ice baby music (bmi)/
Sky king music (ascap)/myjack music, admin. by warner tamerlane pub. corp. (bmi)
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Never Wanna Be Without You
(performed by vanilla ice)
Love at first sight and I recite
Feelings in my heart, I hope that we will never part
You are the girl for me and I wanna see
You and me together, baby Ill leave you never
Heartfelt emotions and desires, Im on fire
Your love can take me higher
After this you know that Ill never, ever doubt you
Cause sweetheart, I never wanna be without you
Chorus
Never wanna be without you, never, no
I never wanna be
I never wanna be without you, never, no
Ooooo
I never had a love affair like this
I wanna kiss your lips, hold on tight to your hips
Press your body real close, close than most
And every glass Im gonna, to raise a toast
To our love and every moment we shared
And all the times you showed me that you cared
I love everything aout you and baby love
I never wanna be without you
Chorus
Never wanna be without you, never, no
I never wanna be
I never wanna be without you, never, no
Ooooo
Bridge
Every time I think of you I get a rush
I wanna touch you very softly, cant you tell?
Youre the one for me and you will always be
Our love will reach further than the eye can see
Cause I never...
Chorus
Never wanna be without you, never, no
I never wanna be
I never wanna be without you, never, no
Ooooo
Never wanna be without you, never, no
I never wanna be
I never wanna be without you, never, no
Ooooo
Written by vanilla ice, gail sky king, pricesa, sylvester stewart
Produced by: vanilla ice & gail sky king
Mixed by: gail sky king and david sussman
Mix engineer: david sussman
Recording engineer: kieran walsh
Keyboards and programming: peter daou
Vocals and vocal arrangements: will downing
Recorded at d & d recording, new york
Mixed at: summa music group, los angeles
Published by emi blackwood music inc./qpm music/ice baby music (bmi)/
Sky king music (ascap)
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Get Witit
(performed by vanilla ice)
Disaster, systems break when I quake
Make no mistake, the crowd stays awake when im
Shakin and bakin and Im takin all mcs
Smilin on the mic cause Im gonna make big gees
Pow! holy cow! its like a bang or a boom
Mcs see me comin and theyre clearin the room
Ouuta my path cause theyre scared of the result
Dont wanna battle cause to me thats an insult
Man, I wouldnt even lower myself
I got your record and put it on the shelf
I didnt play it, I used it as a frisbee
Your girl saw me doin it and she kissed me
A good sport cause the balls in my court
And in the long run Im takin no shorts
Slayin competition till the parties done
You want a non stop jam
Heres the right one
Chorus
Gotta get it going on
Get wit it
Bust that beat
Yes, Im blessed and I must confess
Put me to the test and youll say Im the best
I dont joke, I dont even jest
Every line in my rhyme makes me better than the rest
Ill live high on the hog, on the fat of the land
Goddamn, Ill be so hot Ill have to walk with a fan
On the brink of success, champagne & caviar
In limos, just like a superstar
Business. leave your number at my office.
Not for sale, but the fans all bought this
Money pourin in. just like a faucet left on
Cause my rhymes are that strong-last long
Just like the coppertop battery
You think Im dope, come on, dont flatter me
cause I been hearin that stuff for years
Respect from my peers and Im changin the gears
Of that hip-hop engine, not to mention
Retire at 21 and get a pension
Gonna bust it out and your welcome to come
You wanna non stop jam heres the right one
Chorus
Heres another rhyme to break the ice
You couldnt purschase my talent at any price
Dont chase a roni cause I know that I can get em
Im not the type so I dont even sweat em
Ill love a girl and then dis the same one
Cause you know that theres more
Where that came from
Yo, the one I want just walked through the threshold
So all you other girls are out in the cold for now
Shes the only one for me
Who knows if we were meant to be
Together forever and thats a real long time
And you can tell Im in the house by my dope rhyme
Man, Im glad she came to her senses
And that she put down all her defenses
And finally gave her heart & soul
To the man behind the mic control
Im here with her now Im ready for fun
You want a non stop jam, heres the right one
Chorus-out
Written by vanilla ice, gail sky king, princesa
Produced by vanilla ice and gail sky king
Mixed by: gail sky king and david sussman
Mix engineer: david sussman
Recording engineer: kieran walsh
Keyboards and programming: joey moskowitz
Guitars: kevin grant
Vocals: dian sorel
Vocal arrangement: will downing
Recorded at d & d recording, new york
And ameraycan studios, los angeles
Mixed at post logic, los angeles
And summa music group, los angeles
Published by emi blackwood music inc./qpm music/
Ice baby music (bmi)/sky king music (ascap)
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Cool As Ice
(performed by vanilla ice featuring naomi campbell)
Chorus
Gotta hold on to this feelin
Gotta let you body move
Gotta keep the music jumpin
Everybody get loose
Repeat
Face the music, then Im right behind
With a posse, a mic and a funky rhyme
It doesnt take a lot of time for me to climb
And whem Im going for mine, Im like a monkey on a vine
Goin up the scale and I will prevail
Sharper than the point on the tip of a nail
Movin with the speed of a thief on the run
My mic is my gun and my posses the one
Ready for fun, but also for static
Anything breaks and theyre ready automatic
Ive had it with suckers who try to get paid -
Sayin theyre teaching, but not makin
The grade - theyre played.
Im the teacher, man, youre the student
Close your ears if you feel youre prudent
And cant deal with the lyrics Im steppin with
But theyre the lines the people are gettin with
A lesson well taught, heres some more advice
I dont sweat it on the mic
cause Im cool as ice
Chorus repeat 2xs
Roll into town with no windows down
Im on my bike and Im headed for a mic
Battles defuse with the news of my arrival
Instincts are primal, Im all about survival
Proceed with caution, Im like a blaze
Thats roared for days
All that gaze are amazed
Dazed by the force that they just witnessed
Master, is the title to fit this
Man before ya, lyrical lawyer
Suin all the suckers on the mic that bore ya
Slick, Ill trick like a magician
On the microphone, Im like a rap technician
Turn the party out in my opinion
Witty words make the world my dominion
Figure out a riddle in rhyme, you cant stump me
I get off if a beat is funky
Im not sleepy, dopey or grumpy
But youll be fallin, just like humpty did
And thats all she wrote
Then I disappear in a puff of smoke
Im like a surgeon and Im urgin
Stay away or Ill slice
I dont sweat it under pressure
cause Im cool as ice
Chorus reapeat 2xs
Rise and shine, girls up & at em
See a microphone on the stage and Im grabbin
You act like eve and Ill act like adam
Tangle with a snake, make sure that you pat him
Keep him calm for sure or hell strike back
Shake your booty girl, yeah I like that
Keep your moves silky smooth, hot and sexy
It wont vex me, I wont get testy.
And when you rush the stage
Bein all kinds of frantic, you know
I wont panic, Ill just get romantic
Ten and twenty, you come by the droves
Dont be scared to take off your clothes
If youre really short, get on your tippy toes
And remember, anything goes
cause Im all about fun on the run
Ill just take each girl one by one
In not the type to be tied up or tied down
Theres enough of me to go around
Girlies on my tip like white on rice
I dont sweat it on the mic
cause Im cool as ice
Chorus reapeat 2xs
Add libs
Chorus reapeat 2xs
Written by vanilla ice, gail sky king, princesa
Produce by vanilla ice and gail sky king
Mixed by: gail sky king and david sussman
Mix engineers: david sussman and hugo dwyer
Recording engineer: kieran walsh
Keyboards and programming: peter schwwartz and merve de peyer
Guitars: kevin grant
Vocals: naomi campbell
Vocal arrangement: will downing
Mixd at right track and sound track, nyc
Recorded at d&d recording, nyc and amerycan studios, la
Published by emi blackwood music inc./qpm music/
Ice baby music (bmi)/sky king music (ascap)
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Play That Funky Music
(vanilla ice, earthquake)
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Im back and Im ringin the bell
A rockin on the mike while the fly girls yell
In ecstasy in the back of me
Well thats my dj deshay cuttin all them zs
Hittin hard and the girlies goin crazy
Vanillas on the mike, man Im not lazy.
Im lettin my drug kick in
It controls my mouth and I begin
To just let it flow, let my concepts go
My posses to the side yellin, go vanilla go!
Smooth cause thats the way I will be
And if you dont give a damn, then
Why you starin at me
So get off cause I control the stage
Theres no dissin allowed
Im in my own phase
The girlies sa y they love me and that is ok
And I can dance better than any kid n play
Play that funky music come on come on
Play that funky music, white boy I cant hear you, say it,
Play that funky music say it, say it, say
Play that funky music, white boy it, come on
Yea, a little bit louder
Now come on, come on
Stage 2 -- yea the one ya wanna listen to
Its off my head so let the beat play through
So I can funk it up and make it sound good
1-2-3 yo -- knock on some wood
For good luck, I like my rhymes atrocious
Supercalafragilisticexpialidocious
Im an effect and that you can bet
I can take a fly girl and make her wet.
Im like samson -- samson to delilah
Theres no denyin, you can try to hang
But youll keep tryin to get my style
Over and over, practice makes perfect
But not if youre a loafer.
Youll get nowhere, no place, no time, no girls
Soon -- oh my god, homebody, you probably eat
Spaghetti with a spoon! come on and say it!
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music come on come on
Play that funky music white boy lets do it
Vip. vanilla ice yep, yep, Im comin hard like a rhino
Intoxicating so you stagger like a wino
So punks stop trying and girl stop cryin
Vanilla ice is sellin and you people are buyin
cause why the freaks are jockin like crazy glue
Movin and groovin trying to sing along
All through the ghetto groovin this here song
Now youre amazed by the vip posse.
Steppin so hard like a german nazi
Startled by the bases hittin ground
Theres no trippin on mine, Im just gettin down
Sparkamatic, Im hangin tight like a fanatic
You trapped me once and I thought that
You might have it
So step down and lend me your ear
89 in my time! you, 90 is my year.
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music come on, come on, i
Play that funky music white boy cant hear you
Youre weakenin fast, yo! and I can tell it
Your bodys gettin hot, so, so I can smell it
So dont be mad and dont be sad
cause the lyrics belong to ice, you can call me dad
Youre pitchin a fit, so step back and endure
Let the witch doctor, ice, do the dance to cure
So come up close and dont be square
You wanna battle me -- anytime, anywhere
You thought that I was weak, boy, youre dead wrong
So come on, everybody and sing this song
Say -- play that funky music say, go white boy, go white boy go
Play that funky music go white boy, go white boy, go
Lay down and boogie and play that funky music till you die.
Play that funky music come on, come on, let me hear
Play that funky music white boy you say it, say it
Play that funky music a little louder now
Play that funky music, white boy come on, come on, come on
Play that funky music
Produced by vanilla ice
Published by ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Play That Funky Music
(vanilla ice, earthquake)
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Im back and Im ringin the bell
A rockin on the mike while the fly girls yell
In ecstasy in the back of me
Well thats my dj deshay cuttin all them zs
Hittin hard and the girlies goin crazy
Vanillas on the mike, man Im not lazy.
Im lettin my drug kick in
It controls my mouth and I begin
To just let it flow, let my concepts go
My posses to the side yellin, go vanilla go!
Smooth cause thats the way I will be
And if you dont give a damn, then
Why you starin at me
So get off cause I control the stage
Theres no dissin allowed
Im in my own phase
The girlies sa y they love me and that is ok
And I can dance better than any kid n play
Play that funky music come on come on
Play that funky music, white boy I cant hear you, say it,
Play that funky music say it, say it, say
Play that funky music, white boy it, come on
Yea, a little bit louder
Now come on, come on
Stage 2 -- yea the one ya wanna listen to
Its off my head so let the beat play through
So I can funk it up and make it sound good
1-2-3 yo -- knock on some wood
For good luck, I like my rhymes atrocious
Supercalafragilisticexpialidocious
Im an effect and that you can bet
I can take a fly girl and make her wet.
Im like samson -- samson to delilah
Theres no denyin, you can try to hang
But youll keep tryin to get my style
Over and over, practice makes perfect
But not if youre a loafer.
Youll get nowhere, no place, no time, no girls
Soon -- oh my god, homebody, you probably eat
Spaghetti with a spoon! come on and say it!
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music come on come on
Play that funky music white boy lets do it
Vip. vanilla ice yep, yep, Im comin hard like a rhino
Intoxicating so you stagger like a wino
So punks stop trying and girl stop cryin
Vanilla ice is sellin and you people are buyin
cause why the freaks are jockin like crazy glue
Movin and groovin trying to sing along
All through the ghetto groovin this here song
Now youre amazed by the vip posse.
Steppin so hard like a german nazi
Startled by the bases hittin ground
Theres no trippin on mine, Im just gettin down
Sparkamatic, Im hangin tight like a fanatic
You trapped me once and I thought that
You might have it
So step down and lend me your ear
89 in my time! you, 90 is my year.
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music come on, come on, i
Play that funky music white boy cant hear you
Youre weakenin fast, yo! and I can tell it
Your bodys gettin hot, so, so I can smell it
So dont be mad and dont be sad
cause the lyrics belong to ice, you can call me dad
Youre pitchin a fit, so step back and endure
Let the witch doctor, ice, do the dance to cure
So come up close and dont be square
You wanna battle me -- anytime, anywhere
You thought that I was weak, boy, youre dead wrong
So come on, everybody and sing this song
Say -- play that funky music say, go white boy, go white boy go
Play that funky music go white boy, go white boy, go
Lay down and boogie and play that funky music till you die.
Play that funky music come on, come on, let me hear
Play that funky music white boy you say it, say it
Play that funky music a little louder now
Play that funky music, white boy come on, come on, come on
Play that funky music
Produced by vanilla ice
Published by ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Phunky Rhymes
Written by: vanilla ice, zero, tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.
Bmi.
Drums: steve williams
Background vocals (rap) by: vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
I draw my rhymes like a bow
Shoot em out like an arrow.
Swoopin on suckers like an eagle not a sparrow
Im walkin a wide path.
I never ever walk it narrow
Steppin on stage with funky hip hop apparel.
I got the funky rhymes
Sometimes they leave ya scared bro.
Its like lookin down a shotgun barrel
Pump up the sounds to the max.
As if ya dare yo, my groove is dope
An I hope that youre prepared so,
Give it up smooth cuz the ice is got it sewed up
The bum rush is on, an vanillsa gonna blow up
Dead in your grill - loc.
Im kickin it real fly - hops
This is how its done homies,
An ya know I got funky rhymes.
I got the rhymes thats pumpin
Keeps the jeeps bumpin
Sounds thats thumpin
Women wanna jump in
I ride down many streets
Rockin all the big beats
My albumss on the top
With a bullet for many weeks
This is how its done - see
Doin it for my fnas g
Doin it for dallas an everybody in miami
Thought I was down with luke
No but heres the scoop
You make all your loot -
But ya cant even pay your group
Well man thats straight wacked!
In fact, I hate that
Watch yourself cuz ya might get paid back
All this funky dope stuff
Im kickin it real fly - hops
This is how its done homies
An ya know I got funky rhymes
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Phunky Rhymes
Written by: vanilla ice, zero, tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.
Bmi.
Drums: steve williams
Background vocals (rap) by: vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
I draw my rhymes like a bow
Shoot em out like an arrow.
Swoopin on suckers like an eagle not a sparrow
Im walkin a wide path.
I never ever walk it narrow
Steppin on stage with funky hip hop apparel.
I got the funky rhymes
Sometimes they leave ya scared bro.
Its like lookin down a shotgun barrel
Pump up the sounds to the max.
As if ya dare yo, my groove is dope
An I hope that youre prepared so,
Give it up smooth cuz the ice is got it sewed up
The bum rush is on, an vanillsa gonna blow up
Dead in your grill - loc.
Im kickin it real fly - hops
This is how its done homies,
An ya know I got funky rhymes.
I got the rhymes thats pumpin
Keeps the jeeps bumpin
Sounds thats thumpin
Women wanna jump in
I ride down many streets
Rockin all the big beats
My albumss on the top
With a bullet for many weeks
This is how its done - see
Doin it for my fnas g
Doin it for dallas an everybody in miami
Thought I was down with luke
No but heres the scoop
You make all your loot -
But ya cant even pay your group
Well man thats straight wacked!
In fact, I hate that
Watch yourself cuz ya might get paid back
All this funky dope stuff
Im kickin it real fly - hops
This is how its done homies
An ya know I got funky rhymes
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Go Ill
(vanilla ice, david deberry, kim sharp)
Get on up...i walk the beat and walk it with clarity
I wanna make sure alls hearin me
Ducks whos bummin, I found your hide away
Im livin large yall so by the way
Who rocked the crowd and rocks it loud
On the strengths, yall, Im takin bows now
Kickin up lyrics that others wanna rock to
Rock like me, yall this you cant do
The v, the a, the n, the i, the lla yall
Its vanilla
Go ill, go ill, get on up, go ill, go ill, get on up,
Go ill, go ill, get on up, go ill, go ill, get on up,
Hold on girl, let your feet move free
cause you move to the groove of vanilla i-c-e
You come here to rock and let the white boy rap
If you a ho, get off my lap
cause ice stands for bein so cold
Thats a nickname I got for bein so bold
Jerome stands for m.p.a.
My personal assistant, every day
Im not an mc who come here to play
Yo, boy, Im serious, Im goin all the way
Rhymes are clean, theres no need to be ill
And when Im on the mic, I let em all spill
(repeat chorus)
I rock the mic like Im a fanatic
When I see one, I got to have it
Ill whip up a sound thatll burst your eardrum
What you gonna do? dont you play dumb
Busy like kizzy, groovin like rubin
Dont care what you do, just keep movin
Shakin your limbs until they wear thin
I make your butt shake just watch the boy grin
Simple like simon, with ice rhymin
Some mcs fakin it, but Im the diamond
Im the rhyme doctor, always on call
You watch your fries, boy, or Im gonna take yours
(repeat chorus)
Start skeezin and move that hip girl
Get in the mood and dont you quit
Smooth as slime, king rhyme
Rock it boy, cause its a craime
Ill make you scream like youre in between
When Im on the mic, yes Im the king
cause Im hungry as a dog, Ill eat up
My rhymes are runnin, dont interrupt
cause Im a throne overtaker, not and mc faker
I like my coffee, but I cant stand sanka
(repeat chorus)
Produced by david deberry, kim sharp
Published by too sharp music/ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Live Intro
Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Talkbox: jeffrey smith
Bass: mike daane
Drums: davis bickston
Guitar: andy timmons
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Get Em Now
Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Vocals: deedee harris
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Bass: mike daane
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Smooth Interlude
Written by: vanilla ice, zero, tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc., bmi.
Background vocals (rap) by: vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice and zero
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Ice Cold
(vanilla ice, w. stallings, d. williams)
Your bad self...
All right, stop, spread yourself around
Get loose girl, lets break it down
Get down, straight to the floor
Get excited and beg for more
As I go on, flow on with a smile
Pay attention to my style
Dirty but hot, ya know what I mean?
Get loose girl like a sex fiend, lets do it
cause you know what I want
Me and you babe go one on one
Get freaky and I do the same
Get hot and I ride like a sex machine
Ice cool and youre colder than ever, I like it
Ice cool and youre colder than ever
Ice cold, cooler than ever
Never say never cause Im so damn clever
Lickin your lips, Im ridin your hips
V.i.p. posse and were pimps
Be on the lookout in your vicinity
Im robbin virgins of their virginity
Like robin hood gave to the poor
I rock kashla and now she wants more
She calls everday, its gettin kinda silly
But she rides my saddle like bronco billy
In a rodeo somewhere out west
She screams out vanilla ice, youre the best!
Echoing out, can you hear?
She screams out everywhere
Just a pimp and you know
Snatchin women, so, yo!
You can beg, plead and tell me you love me
But theres no way Id put a girl above me
Unless its sex and you wanna ride
Jump on my saddle, baby, and get live
(repeat chorus)
Move your body all around
This is the dope jam, so get down
Now that you like what Im sayin admit it
This is the jam and vanilla just did it
I made you work til your butt got sore
In other words, Im about to get raw
On stage, its a v.i.p., doin dances from a to zpumpin it, pushin it, stick it hard
I freaked your girl in the back of your car
I wore a jimmy that I slapped on
Popped a rubber duckie, so bought me a trojan
Get ready, hyped into the groove
As I practiced to make your body move
Youre fienin for a meanin, oh yes, Im comin
Vanilla ice is here so you suckers start runnin
This is the jam I know youre gonna like
Deshay he cuts like a knife
He wont smirk and he wont smile
Deshay get funky for a while
Yo, its time for me to pump, pump...
Pump up the volume
(repeat chorus)
Produced by wayne stallings and darryl williams
Published by t.c. & floyd music/ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ice Cold
(vanilla ice, w. stallings, d. williams)
Your bad self...
All right, stop, spread yourself around
Get loose girl, lets break it down
Get down, straight to the floor
Get excited and beg for more
As I go on, flow on with a smile
Pay attention to my style
Dirty but hot, ya know what I mean?
Get loose girl like a sex fiend, lets do it
cause you know what I want
Me and you babe go one on one
Get freaky and I do the same
Get hot and I ride like a sex machine
Ice cool and youre colder than ever, I like it
Ice cool and youre colder than ever
Ice cold, cooler than ever
Never say never cause Im so damn clever
Lickin your lips, Im ridin your hips
V.i.p. posse and were pimps
Be on the lookout in your vicinity
Im robbin virgins of their virginity
Like robin hood gave to the poor
I rock kashla and now she wants more
She calls everday, its gettin kinda silly
But she rides my saddle like bronco billy
In a rodeo somewhere out west
She screams out vanilla ice, youre the best!
Echoing out, can you hear?
She screams out everywhere
Just a pimp and you know
Snatchin women, so, yo!
You can beg, plead and tell me you love me
But theres no way Id put a girl above me
Unless its sex and you wanna ride
Jump on my saddle, baby, and get live
(repeat chorus)
Move your body all around
This is the dope jam, so get down
Now that you like what Im sayin admit it
This is the jam and vanilla just did it
I made you work til your butt got sore
In other words, Im about to get raw
On stage, its a v.i.p., doin dances from a to zpumpin it, pushin it, stick it hard
I freaked your girl in the back of your car
I wore a jimmy that I slapped on
Popped a rubber duckie, so bought me a trojan
Get ready, hyped into the groove
As I practiced to make your body move
Youre fienin for a meanin, oh yes, Im comin
Vanilla ice is here so you suckers start runnin
This is the jam I know youre gonna like
Deshay he cuts like a knife
He wont smirk and he wont smile
Deshay get funky for a while
Yo, its time for me to pump, pump...
Pump up the volume
(repeat chorus)
Produced by wayne stallings and darryl williams
Published by t.c. & floyd music/ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Minutes Of Power
Written by: vanilla ice & tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & tha hit men
Published by: ice baby music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing., bmi
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
Crank it up, yo, and let me hear that system bump.
Cuz with this here I gotta get over the hump.
And you know what that means (that means)
Kickin out funky rhymes g (rhymes g)
I got the funky rjymes thatll please (thatll please).
And my jams break overseas (overseas)
So when I come to town be prepared to be hyped up.
Cuz when the mics turned on I get psyched up (psyched up)
The v.i.p. gets it started with intro.
Bustin smooth moves on top of instrumental
Turn up the beats in the jeeps louder
Here we go yall - with minutes of power
Minutes of power
Minutes of power
When I step to the mic - bro.
Vanilla ice does it right
And what Im sayin is - yo!
Ya suckers frontin what ya wantin is for me to fade
Thought I was outta here fools,
I aint goin away.
Back with the track that will keep my bank fat.
Hua! vanillas got the flavor for the funky format.
An if youre not givin up the credit I seek -
Vips in the house and theyre ready to creep.
Now whatcha gonna do when my boys are on you?
You know a hard head makes for a soft shoe.
So turn it up for the passengers - louder!
Its vanilla killa with minutes of power.
Walk through the smoke on the stage
And the girls scream.
Ice gets em hot, then they melt like ice cream.
Flowin with the swiftness
Kickin it with the quickness.
Fells gettin jealous cuz their girlies want a quick kiss.
When Im rolllin around in my 5.0 drop top
Turning up the sounds,
Cuz I wanna bump the hip hop.
People gettin mad cuz they hear the big bass hit.
I turn it up more just to let cha know I wont quit.
Ice has got it locked down and theres no stoppin it.
When I hear a track like this
You know that Ill be rocking it.
Sounds so sweet, it could never be sour
Here we go yall with the
M.......minutes of power.
Nows the time for the ice to let a rhyme rip.
Loadin up my lyrics with a 9 double m clip.
Shootin all enemies, youre not even a friend of me
I aint spike lee so I do the wrong thing g.
So down with luther campbell oh no.
I dont think so.
Travel state to state an and the ice man rips shows
Steppin in my path an you might get broken
I got it goin on an you know I aint jokin.
Power every hour an the ice keeps risin.
Sellin out arenas so dont look surprised
When vanilla shows up an the place explodes.
An if ya missed it - catch the next episode!
Gather up your troops,
Rush em to the record store -
An pick up the new lp from the ice man.
So let the funk flow louda
And le me hit cha - hit cha - hit cha
With the, with the
Minutes, minutes,
Minutes of power..
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hitem Hard
Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, darryl delite
Allamby, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Keyboards: darryl delite allamby
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
Here comes the lyrical breakdown,
Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown,
Its the ice man slicin, dicin.
Hittin like tyson.
So listen to the rhythm I givin em,
My lyrics got the impact of a mac truck
When Im sendin em
Yo, my funky rhymes flow,
Kickin it like psycho
And Im exploding like nitro-glis,
Coming like a hurricane bliss,
Straight sacking the track like a quarterback
My man zero is back with a killer slice,
Im blowin up the mic,
Ya damn right, vanilla ice
With twice the punch,
I put the crunch on marky
And take the funky out of his bunch.
I hit the home run
You got to third base, son.
Im in first place,
Take a seat clown for the beatdown.
Uh, tonights the night of the big fight,
With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights.
Ready to swing it like a louisville slugger,
Right at the head of a sucka,
Crack home run.
How did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? uh!
I tried to make your head ring like a church bell.
I put it on ya hard
Ill make ya hurt well,
Cuz you fell into my booby traps
No more good vibrations,
Im tired of your boots raps,
So I eat ya like scooby snacks,
An maybe roll you like a zig zag
Or smoke you like a hootie mac,
You did what I did,
So youre gonna lose kid,
Cuz to me youre still a new kid on the block
Get off my jock,
Get off my diznok
Before you get dropped
For the beatdown
Yeh, this is the last verse,
Should I say the last round.
And its time I knock out another class clown.
Sit down and take notes
As vanilla kicks ballistics withdope lyrics,
Oh waht a pity, though
Cuz ya had to spend three million dollars on your video.
It was video and I can admit that,
All that moneys wasted cuz your songs wacked,
I make stuff to make the people gather.
An let em see us in a pit,
I wanna slam dance with ya, hammer.
Now can I kick it, of course I can.
Yo, you will get burned out, then turned out.
Im gonna keep comin stong, song after song,
Ya thought Id fade, well ya did wrong.
Im the imperial threat for this sound fools.
Ha ha, here comes the lyrical beatdown.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Hitem Hard
Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, darryl delite
Allamby, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Keyboards: darryl delite allamby
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
Here comes the lyrical breakdown,
Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown,
Its the ice man slicin, dicin.
Hittin like tyson.
So listen to the rhythm I givin em,
My lyrics got the impact of a mac truck
When Im sendin em
Yo, my funky rhymes flow,
Kickin it like psycho
And Im exploding like nitro-glis,
Coming like a hurricane bliss,
Straight sacking the track like a quarterback
My man zero is back with a killer slice,
Im blowin up the mic,
Ya damn right, vanilla ice
With twice the punch,
I put the crunch on marky
And take the funky out of his bunch.
I hit the home run
You got to third base, son.
Im in first place,
Take a seat clown for the beatdown.
Uh, tonights the night of the big fight,
With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights.
Ready to swing it like a louisville slugger,
Right at the head of a sucka,
Crack home run.
How did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? uh!
I tried to make your head ring like a church bell.
I put it on ya hard
Ill make ya hurt well,
Cuz you fell into my booby traps
No more good vibrations,
Im tired of your boots raps,
So I eat ya like scooby snacks,
An maybe roll you like a zig zag
Or smoke you like a hootie mac,
You did what I did,
So youre gonna lose kid,
Cuz to me youre still a new kid on the block
Get off my jock,
Get off my diznok
Before you get dropped
For the beatdown
Yeh, this is the last verse,
Should I say the last round.
And its time I knock out another class clown.
Sit down and take notes
As vanilla kicks ballistics withdope lyrics,
Oh waht a pity, though
Cuz ya had to spend three million dollars on your video.
It was video and I can admit that,
All that moneys wasted cuz your songs wacked,
I make stuff to make the people gather.
An let em see us in a pit,
I wanna slam dance with ya, hammer.
Now can I kick it, of course I can.
Yo, you will get burned out, then turned out.
Im gonna keep comin stong, song after song,
Ya thought Id fade, well ya did wrong.
Im the imperial threat for this sound fools.
Ha ha, here comes the lyrical beatdown.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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If Youre Not Gonna Love Me Right
(m.seward)
Hey, oh
Hey yeah
Hey baby, hey baby
The phone is ringing
And Im running late
Ive no time to get it
coz Im expecting you at eight
Heard your voice on the message
Im surprised you called
Said youre all tied up
And you aint comin at all
If youre not gonna love me right
Baby dont love me at all
Youre just gonna make me crazy
If youre not gonna love me right
Baby dont love me at all
If youre not gonna love me right, oh
(baby dont love, baby dont love me)
At all
(baby dont love, baby dont love me)
At all
Another box of roses outside on my porch
Twelve long excuses none of them stop the hurt
Wheres this going, do you really care?
Is this real love, I dont know anymore I swear
If youre not gonna love me right
Baby dont love me at all
Baby dont make me crazy
If youre not gonna love me right
Baby dont love me at all
If youre not gonna love me right, yeah
(baby dont love, baby dont love me)
Oh baby
(baby dont love, baby dont love me)
I really want you, oh baby
(baby dont love, baby dont love me)
If youre not gonna love me right
(baby dont love, baby dont love me)
Baby just make me crazy
Baby, I want you here
If youre not here it makes me feel like
I cant trust you
You make me crazy if you really love me
You see
Oh, I get confused when you hold me next to you
I wanna go further, oh baby yes I do
I just cant hold on to something that wont last
So wed better slow down, and maybe not go so fast
Maybe not go so fast
If youre not gonna love me right
Baby dont love me at all
Youre just gonna make me crazy
(if youre not gonna love me right)
If youre not gonna love me
Baby dont love me, baby dont love me, baby dont love me
If youre not gonna love me right
If youre not gonna love me right
Baby, dont love me at all
Youre just gonna make me crazy
If youre not gonna love me right
Baby, dont love me at all
Youre just gonna make me crazy
(baby dont love, baby dont love me)
Baby dont love, baby dont love me
(baby dont love, baby dont love me)
Baby dont love, baby dont love me
(baby dont love, baby dont love me)
Baby dont love, baby dont love me
(baby dont love, baby dont love me)
If youre not gonna do it right
(baby dont love, baby dont love me)
If youre not gonna do it right
(baby dont love, baby dont love me)
If youre not gonna do it right
(baby dont love, baby dont love me)
Baby dont love, baby dont love me
(baby dont love, baby dont love me)
Baby dont love, baby dont love, baby dont love me
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Get Loose
Written by: vanilla ice, zero, marcus smith, tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc., bmi.
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
Get loose
Vanilla ice is here with the juice.
No use for steppin so give the bass a boost
Produced by the 3 man crew
Not a deuce just a hit man.
Keepin rappers necks in a noose
Im gettin juiced up,
But vanillas not souped up.
Check out the read dope track that I looped up
All you poo but suckas plain the back in fact black.
If you run up Ill flip you like a flapjack,
An roll you up like a knappack
Crack that skull with bat
You shouldve known youre raps wacked
You lack the style and skill to even get paid.
Grab the mic and you will verbally get slayed.
I raid the track like a terrorist
And with my napalm bomb lyrics,
I got em scared of this.
So be prepared to be taken to the twilight zone
And the vip is bad to the bone.
Aint no way against me you can get juice
Aint no way against me you can get juice
Aint no way against me you can get juice
Back off the stage,
An watch vanilla ice get loose.
Get loose...all the ladies, get loose...all the fellas, get
Loose...all the brothers, get loose...all the mothers, get
Loose...all the sisters, get loose...now the dogs, get
Loose...everybody, here we go, here we go
Get loose as I boost the juice
Once more for the people who wanted it.
An didnt know whats in store,
Ive got another big hit
Of course a vanilla rides the groove like a gemballa
Porsche.
I got zero on the cut like a lumberjack better yet a
Butcher
Guaranteed to put cha in the right mood
We make ya dance in a frenzy.
Suckas gettin mad cuz Im getting all the skins g
Plus Im makin all the ends g.
And the women wanna ride my pickle like it was a bicycle
Or just lick it like a popsicle.
I got a little time to waste so baby put it in my face
I wanna taste you neta and I bet-cha,
I get-cha, right where I wan-cha,
And Im about to let-cha have it.
Im talking about my carrot, youre the bunny rabbit
Here it is baby doll, honey, grab it
Open up so I can have it.
Ooh...whee do like bbd and do me baby
Youre the lady who makes
Me looney screamin ice ice baby
Straight knockin the boots just cuz Im a super star.
And she knows this thats why I do her far
Or should I say long, if you know what I mean.
Im talking about my ice cream - yea
I make the girls scream, as I give up the juice
Vanilla ice is here, to make the girls get loose...
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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I Go Down
Written by: vanilla ice, zero, rod johnson
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music,
Inc., bmi.
Keyboards: darryl delite allamby
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
I remember way back when
Lookin for the right girl to be my friend.i searched and searched but still never campe up.
On the right one who would be mine and the only one.
Luck never came my way,
And all I ever came up with is a broken heart ya see.
I couldnt stand to be alone why my boys
Strit kick it with the bitties while I sat by the telephone.
Everytime I hear it rang it wasnt who I want it to be.
It was just the same ol thing, another day another
Hearache
No pain, no gain, just lookin for a good thang.
Moma use to say dont look for love,
Just let it come around and surely one day itll be found.
Ya see Im kinda like 2 pac, when I get around
But the ice goes down.
I go down, I go down, I go down baby, I go down
I go down, I go down baby doll, I go down
Step up if ya think ya out there
I know its gotta be a tender
Wholl remember ice somewhere.
Thats only if youre ready for a real one
I need a tender and yea I gotta feel one.
I wanna tease and please and do it all with ease
But ya gotta be right and all dat
There when I need ya perfect like kodak,
Picture perfect body like an hour glass figure.
Cool in tha head and I gotta dig her,
The type that never says no,
Cuz shes down to the fullest.
Cool like the wind blows,
And I aint trying to search and find
I guess its true when they say
That love is blind,
You see Im kinda like 2 pac, when I get around
But the ice goes down
Now Im on tour and got the past behind me,
But I need something to remind me,
Of the days when I played the kissing game.
But now things changed and no I aint the same,
I made a come up, and now they run up
They all scream Im the one, that wants to give the luv up.
But ice aint got no time for games
I need a real love, like mary j. blighe know what I sayin.
But the odds are still against me, Im making paper
And still need that one, that wants to be with me.
And not for the money, nor the fame, but for me
One who can give me that security.
So if youre out there this ones for you,
Youll be down with me, then maybe Ill be true
You see Im kinda like 2 pac, when I get around
But the ice goes down
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Love 2 Love U
(performed by partners in kryme featuring debbe cole)
Chorus:
L-o-v-e 2 l-o-v-e u
L-o-v-e 2 l-o-v-e u
Rap:
When it comes to love
Im your m-a-n,
I put your heart to the test again and again
I got you coming up to air
Better check your pulse
This is multiple choice
Or true or false
Now here is the question, a, b or c
Do you feel you can deal with a man like me
Well if the answer is yes, no or maybe
Youre still gonna love to love me baby...
When itslate at night
I dream of holding you tight
There is a world of love that we must explore
Whenever you are near
It becomes so clear
I made you feel things you never felt before
When our bodies touch, it becomes too much
To diffuse this bomb you need the code
Now our temperatures rise and its no surprise
Youve just run out of time
Im gonna explode
Chorus
Love 2 love u, baby
2nd verse:
When Im all alone
I sit by the phone
Wishing, hoping that youll call
So I can talk to you about the things I do
You know Im such a trip
That youre gonna fall
Run but you cant hide
Forget about my pride
Im not too proud to beg
Its you that I crave
Yes, Im in control
I want your heart and soul
And before Im through youll be my slave
Cause when youre lysing so close to me
There is no place Id rather you be
Than with me, here
Ahh, love 2 love u, baby
2nd rap verse:
Girl Im like a panther
Ive got the answer
Cool and smooth
You move like a dancer
You delight me, ignite and excite me
The others like to play the game
But you never fight me
Cant resist you
You know that I missed you
Caught inside your web
From the moent I kissed you
You love to love me
I know that you do
But believe it or not
I love to love you too
[extended rap]
And you like my touch
So much that you shiver
Like the post office
Im gonna deliver
With next day service
So dont get nervous
So put up a sign
Please dont disturb us
Rub your body with lotion
Whisper sweet nothing
Drop the love potion
Well you can kiss, squeeze or hug or rub me
Cause girl youre gonna
Love to love me
Repeated verse:
When you are lygin so close to me
There is no place
Id rather you be
Than with me, here
Chorus:
Ahh, love 2 love u baby
Repeated verse:
Run but you cant hide
Forget about my pride
Im not too proud to beg
Its you that I crave
Yes Im in control
I want you heart and soul
And before Im through
Youll be my slave
Cause when youre lying so close to me
There is no place
Id rather you be
Than with me, here
Ahh, love 2 love u baby
Written by donna summer, peter bellotte, giorgio moroder
Addition music and nedw lyrics by
Mc golden voice and keymaster snow
Produced by: partners in kryme
Engineered by: steve seltzer
Recorded and mixed at: science lab studios
Remix and additional production by freddy bastone for
Bastone music company, inc.
Keyboards and additional programming by rick bottari
Engineered by russell alavado
Remixed at: unique recording, new york
Published by ricks music/sunday music (bmi)/
Emi blackwood music inc./kikinit music (bmi)
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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