Living
Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla Ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over
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Living
Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla Ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over
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Livin
Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now Im gonna blast em in the head till theyre dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but Im no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
Bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over pop goes the weasel
Was a big fl-fl-flop flop
Brothers didnt like your record 'cause it wasnt hip hop hop
But this aint a dis 'cause you sold gold
Still, I made a killin and it aint even a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming spice while my djs on the slice
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the ice king
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
Chorus
Why is that I disperse
Why does God shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
Why is that I disperse
Why does God shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
Its my living condition
Its my living condition
Its my living condition
Its my living condition
Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on
I rock records, every record at random
Flyin heads, as the heads get full
Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn
To my tomb
Im wicked as a witch on a broom stick
I smash bricks with one lick
Chorus
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
You dont get a second chance
Cause and tremors bring the scales in hand
Call the cops, the paramedics, the mans down
You wanna rock my bell so I broke them down
My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip
And you aint nothing but my itty-bitty target
And as I walk through the valley of sin
I walk with all you - my friends
Produced by ross robinson
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The Wrath
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.
Here it is a dope hit.
Iceman comin with the dope hit.
Cuz a few suckers need their throats slit,
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum.
Now Im gonna blast them in the head,
Till theyre dead with my magnum lyrics.
Might be simplistic, but Im no gimp,
On the strength cuz I know how to pimp it.
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinkin in my quicksand,
Vanilla ice vocal hit man.
Got the number 3 in my crosses sittin on the rooftoop,
Pop-pop-pop,
Pop goes the weasel was a bag fa-flop-flop.
The brothers didnt like your record,
Cuz it wasnt hip-hop=hop,
But this aint a dis, cuz you sold gold.
Still a made a killin
Cuz it aint even a tenth of eleven million.
Givin my rhyme spice, while my djs on the slice,
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of
The iceman.
Ice, ice, man...the wrath of the ice man
Im the ice, the iceman but Im no superhero,
So baby just cut that zero.
Im gettin tired of those punks gettin jealous,
Trying to say that I might be another elvis.
Forget that Im vanilla, the funky rhyme killa,
The dope song deala, ready to pilla cap of a wack mc
Theres no wack in me, and big dollars is all Im stackin g
So give a boost to the volume.
I got the funky-funky sounds to make the cars boom,
So step back and give me room, as I consume the others
The iceman is bringin doom to the suckers
Yes, for the lovers of hip-hop.
And for my foes they get popped, you shouldnt step to the man
When Im swingin like tyson.
Yo, punk this is the wrath of the iceman.
Now Im on everybodys hit list, so there gonna get dissed,
Now there on my hit list.
Its like that cause Im the mizzak I carry my striszap,
To bust a kizap, dont try to jizak me, cuz my life is
Like hectic, when I made a record, now Im gettin
Hounded every second, see Im like the one.
They love to hate, so I made this album much harder
To set the stupid critics straight,
And Im still droppin bombs, you know the rap world,
A battle field in vietnam, and Im creepin like a sniper.
Takin out the suckers with an album that is
Funkier and hyper, the type of street stuff
I like listenin to, funky bass and breaks to make your
Speakers shake, earthquake breaks the richter scale
Check out the aftermath.
Yo, this the wrath of the iceman.
Ice, ice, man...the wrath of the ice man
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Let Knowledge Drop
[2pac]
Let knowledge drop
Why should I be forced to play dumb?
I know where I came from so I'm going to claim some
But rocking to the top where the cream of the crop
Suckers calling the cops but they can come and get dropped
Stop think of the past the brothers that die for
Sucker to try for never to cry more
Tricks to hold his back but we'll see at the end
He's a fake not a friend
So he's thinking of when he can backstab grab or go your hole
Now I know the reason we must excel
Cause if we don't we'll end up in the cell
Move on be strong with unity
Cause that's the only way to build communities
Lies are told but yo lives must move on
And never stop open your mind to this rhyme and let it drop
[Chorus]
Drop that [3x]
Let knowledge drop
[Rock]
Yo I'm running so I refuse to stop
Get sweated by them sell out cops
And I wink cause I pin the opposition
I'm on a mission to preach and teach to reach
So listen up to the flavor I gave you now dropping it
We folks know ballers know no stopping it
Dropping knowledge like the ay bomb dilly as napalm
I got you scared all you got to do is stay calm
For the simple fact that I'm black and educated
Proud of who am I and you hated
So all I have tried for this many have die for this
You see it and you hear it and you loving it
Now you buying this always keep your head look to the mountain top
Aiyyo rock and let knowledge drop
[Chorus]
Drop that [3x]
Let knowledge drop
[2pac]
People rush when I hype this because you can write this
You constantly bite this
Thought that you could get me but you sweating me too close
Caught with the dope dose
Now suckers get toast wondering who you tossed
Cause you feeling the full force
Like what you hearing so your checking with the source
Tupac brother with the rhymes to rock on
Dizzy gets busy by putting beats to drop on
Amateurs get damaged if you try to attack me
Suckers get jealous cause the girls get at me
I'm not conceited but defeated I won't be
As long as there's dope beats I'll never be lonely stop
And let me breathe a minute
Aiyyo Dizzy what's up put the base back in it
[Chorus]
Let knowledge drop [3x]
[Rock]
By any means neccessary it's kind of scary
Knowledge of the hands of adversaries
Makes them the larger leader kind of guerilla control
I was waiting for a prayer GOD gave me a goal
I refuse to be busting like a sucker for I'm fighting like a titan
And run you down like a truck
I'll take a chance I go as far as rock can see
Not mediocrity thinking security you got deal with me
Knowledge appealed to me
Pay back's a mutha if you steal from me
The bass pumps as the speakers pop the house jump
And knowledge drops
[Chorus]
Drop that [3x]
Let knowledge drop
Strictly strictly yeah dope [till end]
song performed by by 2 Pac
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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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Neither 'Dope' Nor 'Sick
Too much of today's nonsense,
I carried on my heart and this had to be confronted.
It had to stop from where it started.
Although many 'ifs' I had a lot!
And those big lip kids on my block...
You know the ones,
That taunt their parents, the elders AND the cops...
Would look at me when I spoke to them.
As if I was a fossil that had rotted!
'Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are from a tired soul...
And he molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Ignore that old man quick! '
I remember when dope made one loopy.
And sick meant ill.
Today these kids say 'dope' to mean 'hip'.
And being 'sick' to them puts things,
On the top of their list.
To agitate...
That's all that is!
'Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are from a tired soul...
And he molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Ignore that old man quick! '
And today,
One either ages gracefully...
Or become so crazed,
Their days ar spent being fed in cages.
Or in some locked up room to gloom.
Drop poppa?
Oh it's okay if I am kicked to the curb.
Drop poppa?
Oh it's okay if I am ignored,
And left with a peace of mind I deserve.
~That's the point of wanting you all away from me.
And pull up those pants.
You look as if you're in need of a diaper change! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im Your Pusher
Yo,its time for me to pump the volume
No problem,the records revolvin
Evils the mixer,Im the rap trixister
Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures
Ice,coolin,yo colder than ever
Punk executioner e pull the lever
Rotate the wax tehn cut anaxe the tracks
Push up the levels till the red lights max
Dont try to size up,you better wise up
To the rap criminals,were succeeded
Dope beats and lyrics,no beepers needed
For this drug deal,Im the big wheel
The dope Im sellin,you dont smoke,you feel
Out on the dance floor,on my world tour
Im sellin dope in each and every record store
Im the king pin when the wax spins
Crack or smack will take you to a sure end
You dont need it,just throw that stuff away
You wanna get high? let the record play
Mc ice t
Im your pusher
I know youre lovin this drugs as its comin out your speaker
Bass thru the bottons,highs thru the tweeters
But this base you dont need a pipe
Just a tempo to keep your hype
Groovin like I see you doin
Some stupid crack would just ruin
Your natural high,why? ..that aint fly
And anyone who says it is,lies
Move like I knew you would,like I knew could
And if you aint cracked out,then I know you should
Be able to give me a clap,to match exact with the track
And since I know that you aint,i expect that
Oh now this jam is lit,its like the ultimate
People high off dope but still physically fit
Ill make a million bucks,pack my dough in trucks
>from sellin dope beats,dope rhymes,dope cuts
Ill be the biggest dope dealer in history
Because all the fly will be high off that ice-t
Im your pusher
Im bring it to boil,evil e rock it up
You want it? ..i dont think you got enough
Last suckers crossed,syndicate shotem up
Cops foundem in the lake bottom up
I dont play when it comes to my dope
I check my lyrics close,like with a microscope
I dont cleanem up with no ivory soap
I leaveem hard and pure,hope that you can cope
Because you might o.d. if you overdrive
This record,tape or cd,because the sound ive
Created on this wax is like a chemical
And the knowledge I give,makes me invincible
Im your pusher
The cops dont know what to do,because my dope breaks thru
No matter what they do,my stuff gets to you
Kickin on the boulevard,my tempos hyped and hard
I dont ask,the ice just bogards
Sire records puts me out,with warner bros. clout
My dope hits the streets with no doubt
Evil e adds the cut,then removes it
Iz checks for purity,then approves it
And then you get it,try it,and like it
And if it aint potent,we remix and spike it
To bring you the pure dope,not a noose in a rope
Because if youre doin crack,youre on death row
Youre just a toy punk,to mess with that junk
You want some real dope,come look in my trunk
The dope Im sellin is life,100% legit
So get real fool,and try some real hit
Mc ice t
Im your pusher
Im your pusher
song performed by by Ice T
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Case Of The Misplaced Mic
They finally did it (whats that? ) they stole the mic I grip
Now that its gone (whats wrong? ) Im feelin tired and sick
(how did they do it? ) I dont know I wasnt sleepin that long
When I woke up (what happened brother? )
My microphone was gone
At first I panicked (how? ) I put the cops on the case
But they were stuck (damm? ) without a clue or a trace
So sure as smokin cigarettes is bad for your health
If I want my microphone back Ill find it myself
So I picked up the phone (for what? )
I called dizzy
Dizzy: whats up?
My mic is gone
Dizzy: word?
Lets get busy
Before I could tell dizzy what I wanted to do
He was over at my house with the tms crew
He said
Dizzy: word is out in every mouth
In the street now that your mic is gone
Its not long yill your beatand then it hit me (damm)
I got a battle at six
Without my microphone Im guaranteed to get whipped
U might think its unbelivable but word to the strenght
When it comes to rockin rhymes Im a musical nymph
They gave me other mics but yo it wasnt no use
I tried to rock one two one two
But I couldnt get loose I said forget it
My microphone or not I gotta do it
Give it all that I go (what if u loose? ) it be the first time I lost
But if I beat em Ill finally prove Im the boss
I grabbed my leather jacket walked through the streets
Suckers was hopin and preyin strictly dope would get beat
I begin to get hyped I was ready to fight
Yo I was confident that Id win
To hell with the mic
I hopped up to the stage dizzy started the beat
Suckers shivered cause he tasted defeat
Then I signaled to dizzy bust a rhyme off my head
Perpetrator fell back (huh? ) and then he was dead
I was happy as hell cause I was lucky that nite
Put my hand in my pocket and there was my mic
The case of the misplaced mic
Strictly dope in the house
song performed by by 2 Pac
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The Hitman
Im the hitman
Stand aside
Im the hitman
I want your life
Aint no escaping
Dont run and hide
There goes the neighbourhood
Im gonna kill for your love
Hitman
Now dont you cry
Im just it man
And you might get fried
Gun in my pocket
Dont get me wrong
Ill be your hitman - a fool for your love
Im the head shredder -
Thats better -
Baby baby baby
Im a hitman - hitman - hitman
Yeah - trouble in the east, troubled in the west
Struggle with the beast - what a thief, what a pest
Come back mother / nuke that sucker
Yeah - yeah - yeah
Im the hitman - thats the way to do it
Im your prize
But this hitman -
Can cut you down to size
Love me (baby)
Dont be so cool
Love me love me baby
Ive been to the hitman school
Yeah - yeah
Youre gonna make my day
Gonna blow you away
Now the fun begins
Hitman
Are you ready for the sting
Gonna waste that thing
Hitman is king
song performed by by Queen
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Dope Beat
[KRS] I got a dope beat?
[all] You got a dope beat
[KRS] I got a dope beat..
[all] We got a dope beat
[KRS] I got a DOPE beat..
[all] You got a dope beat
[KRS] I got a DOPE BEAT!!
[all] WE GOT A DOPE BEAT!!
My name is at the top of all of those that mix
I'm turnin poetry into cash for eighty-seven
Some did it got paid
song performed by by Boogie Down Productions
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Ninja Rap
YO! it's the green machine--gonna rock the town without bein' seen
have you ever seen a turtle Get Down?--Slammin' Jammin' to the new swing sound
Yeah, everybody let's move--Vanilla is here with the new Jack Groove
Gonna rock, and roll this place--With the power of the ninja turtle bass
Iceman, ya know I'm not playin'--Devastate the show while the turtles are sayin:
chorus:
Ninja, Ninja, RAP! Ninja, Ninja, RAP!
GO GO GO GO
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO; Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO!
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO; Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO!
GO GO GO GO
Lyrics, fill in the gap--Drop that bass and get the NINJA RAP
Feel it, if you know what i mean--Give it up, hour after hour
Cause in this life there's only one winner--You better aim good so you can hit the center
In it to win, with a team of four--Ninja Turtles that you gotta adore it's the:
chorus
Villians you better run and hide--Because one day you might not slide
Choose your weapon but don't slip--Vanilla's in control with the flex of the mic grip
Rockin' the crowd the way it should be rocked--With the Miami drop that you like alot
Hittin' like a Ninja Turtle when the bass kicks in--You better check your level
The power of the Ninja is strong--Fightin' all the crooks until they're all cold gone
chorus
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Ninja Rap
YO! it's the green machine--gonna rock the town without bein' seen
have you ever seen a turtle Get Down?--Slammin' Jammin' to the new swing sound
Yeah, everybody let's move--Vanilla is here with the new Jack Groove
Gonna rock, and roll this place--With the power of the ninja turtle bass
Iceman, ya know I'm not playin'--Devastate the show while the turtles are sayin:
chorus:
Ninja, Ninja, RAP! Ninja, Ninja, RAP!
GO GO GO GO
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO; Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO!
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO; Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO!
GO GO GO GO
Lyrics, fill in the gap--Drop that bass and get the NINJA RAP
Feel it, if you know what i mean--Give it up, hour after hour
Cause in this life there's only one winner--You better aim good so you can hit the center
In it to win, with a team of four--Ninja Turtles that you gotta adore it's the:
chorus
Villians you better run and hide--Because one day you might not slide
Choose your weapon but don't slip--Vanilla's in control with the flex of the mic grip
Rockin' the crowd the way it should be rocked--With the Miami drop that you like alot
Hittin' like a Ninja Turtle when the bass kicks in--You better check your level
The power of the Ninja is strong--Fightin' all the crooks until they're all cold gone
chorus
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
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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
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The Iceman Comes
The iceman comes
Someone is out there
Theyll wait and wont make mistakes
The iceman comes
My head runs empty
Oh Ive got the fear
The iceman comes for me.
The iceman comes
Blow dust off your stories
I could give in
The iceman comes
Ill send, youll take
Is this such dark business?
The iceman comes for me.
song performed by by Gary Numan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Quicksand
Take me away, take me away
You said that you were gonna stay
But you're always lying anyway
You're gonna suffer if you don't start breathing now
Now that I need you
You're going away
Everyday sinking into quicksand
Follow me down the drain
But it doesn't matter anyway
You're gonna get yours any day
And while you put the blame on me
If you could only see yourself as others see
Now that I need you
You're going insane
Everyday sinking into quicksand
Follow me down the drain
Everyday drinking in the same bar
Drowning my sorrows away
Take me away, take me today
Or I'm never gonna get away
But it makes no difference to me
It's just the sound of one more rock star bleeding out
Now that I need you
You're out of the frame
Day by day, sinking into quicksand
Follow me down the drain
Everyday drinking in the same bar
Made mine the same again
song performed by by Travis
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Where Do We Go From Here (interlude)
They finally did it (what's that?)
They stole the mic I grip
Now that it's gone (what's wrong?)
I'm feelin tired and sick (How did they do it?)
I don't know I wasn't sleepin that long
When I woke up (what happened brother?)
My microphone was gone
At first i panicked (how?) I put the cops on the case
But they were stuck (damm?) Without a clue or a trace
So sure as smokin cigarettes is bad for your health
If I want my microphone back I'll find it myself
So I picked up the phone (for what?)
I called Dizzy
Dizzy: what's up?
My mic is gone
Dizzy: Word?
Let's get busy
Before I could tell Dizzy What I wanted to do
He was over at my house with the TMS crew
He said
Dizzy: Word is out in every mouth
In the street now that your mic is gone
It's not long until your beat
And then it hit me (Damm)
I got a battle at six
Without my microphone I'm guaranteed to get whipped
You might think it's unbelivable but word to the strength
when it comes to rockin rhymes I'm a musical nymph
They gave me other mics but yo it wasn't no use
I tried to rock One two one two
But I couldn't get loose I said forget it
My microphone or not I gotta do it
Give it all that I go (What if u loose?) It be the first time I lost
But if I beat em I'll finally prove I'm the boss
I grabbed my leather jacket Walked through the streets
Suckers was hopin and preyin Strictly Dope would get beat
I begin to get hyped I was ready to fight
Yo I was confident that I'd win
To hell with the mic
I hopped up to the stage Dizzy started the beat
suckers shivered cause he Tasted defeat
Then I signaled to Dizzy Bust a rhyme of
song performed by by 2 Pac
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Holiday
Holiday
Holiday
Hold it here boy is that your bag
In a small sneak and youve just been had
Is that your scene bin, been what have I seen
Well take a seat, feet, get your feet a seat
Put circle round this this and a circle round that
You put one in the front, and one in the back
Would you show it to your mother or share it with another
Slow down bitch
Oh bitch slow down
Im so good, Im so good, Im so good, man Ive been so good
Im so nice, Im so nice, Im so nice, man Im so nice
Holiday
Holiday
Im here to harass you, I want your pills and your grass you
You dont look first class you
Let me look up your ass you
I smell dope, I smell dope, I smell dope, I am smelling dope
I smell dope, I smell dope, I smell dope, I am smelling dope
Holiday
Were so good, were so good, were so good, man weve never been so good
Were so nice, were so nice, were so nice, man weve never been so nice
song performed by by Happy Mondays
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Rich And Famous
This is the rags to riches story
Of the insane clown posse
Mancow made us rich and famous
Whole world hate us, mancow played us
Now look at us, platinum status
We owe it all to mancow
I've violent j and i'm rich like rush limbaugh is fat imagine that
First, mancow put us on the air
And everybody jumped on our wagons right there
Mancow's been down with the clown
Since kurt cobain's head was still around
I won't forget how i made my bread
Cause i remember we was like john denver, hehe...dead
Back then i thought i was the bomb
I couldn't even sell a tape to my own mom
I was broke, dinner was grain and rye
Now i sit with chilled faygo in a phat ride
And at shows i sold out nightly
On top of that i think erma likes me
Mickey mouse we ain't goin no place
So bitch get used to my ugly face, c'mon
Shaggs 2 dope and i'm a high school drop out
Convicted felon, i don't mind tellin
You hear my lyrics and you hate my guts
But i got a million bucks and you don't
I don't even make sense when i rap
Bllll skkkee skkkaaa how you like that?
Soon as mancow hit the switch
Next thing you know we got rich, uhh
Mancow made us rich and famous
Whole world hate us, mancow played us
Now look at us, platinum status
We owe it all to mancow
song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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