Fame
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.
Now everybody wants to have fame
But youll pay the price if youre not plain it by the game
Cuz this game is made up of a bunch of crazy rules,
And fools get took if theyre not plaing by the rules.
Now, the ice is kickin it, kickin it kickin it like a champ,
But dont try to play me like some wet food stamp.
They say that it was a fluke,
Cuz I used a fat loop,
But heres the sccop, troop
The ice is back to make it hoop.
An since its 94, and now Im back on the scene,
Escapin from the hell of takin it to the extreme.
Its kind of strange, cuz people say youve changed...
But I never changed,
Even though I got fame,
Yo, Im still the same...ugh!
Fame, Im still the same person,
I never ever switch, an even if Im rich.
But now its like an itch,
Cuz I love the music.
They say I do it for the money,
And its funny, clockin all the honeys;
The ones that used to dis - now they wanna kiss.
Lookin at what my troops got,
Now theyre getting their boots knocked.
Damn its a shame - do I love em
No I dont g.
A couple of yeas ago, they didnt want me
Now I got these so called friends,
Its down with the ice,
Cuz they know Im makin ends.
But my real friends have been friends through the fame.
An since I have fame aint a damn thing changed,
Yo Im still the same...ugh!
And let me tell you about the pros and the cons,
Fame only lasts if you keep droppin them bombs.
Now in the public eye - you know Im havin to admit it,
You become a target for a whole lot of critics.
Reporters stickin to ya like white on rice.
Now everywhere I go they wanna interview the ice.
Before every show its like Im steadily surrounded
By all of my fans and the medias houndin
This is not a dis cuz I love all my fans,
But the media doesnt really understand.
They take what ya say, twist it around into lies,
And the next thing ya know,
A bunch of rumors start to fly.
Then they try to make you out to be a straight liar,
And next youll be the front page of hte national enquirer.
Oh what a price to pay to play this crazy game,
You betta be prepared if you ever reach fame.
Yo, Im still the same...ugh!
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Fame
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.
Now everybody wants to have fame
But youll pay the price if youre not plain it by the game
Cuz this game is made up of a bunch of crazy rules,
And fools get took if theyre not plaing by the rules.
Now, the ice is kickin it, kickin it kickin it like a champ,
But dont try to play me like some wet food stamp.
They say that it was a fluke,
Cuz I used a fat loop,
But heres the sccop, troop
The ice is back to make it hoop.
An since its 94, and now Im back on the scene,
Escapin from the hell of takin it to the extreme.
Its kind of strange, cuz people say youve changed...
But I never changed,
Even though I got fame,
Yo, Im still the same...ugh!
Fame, Im still the same person,
I never ever switch, an even if Im rich.
But now its like an itch,
Cuz I love the music.
They say I do it for the money,
And its funny, clockin all the honeys;
The ones that used to dis - now they wanna kiss.
Lookin at what my troops got,
Now theyre getting their boots knocked.
Damn its a shame - do I love em
No I dont g.
A couple of yeas ago, they didnt want me
Now I got these so called friends,
Its down with the ice,
Cuz they know Im makin ends.
But my real friends have been friends through the fame.
An since I have fame aint a damn thing changed,
Yo Im still the same...ugh!
And let me tell you about the pros and the cons,
Fame only lasts if you keep droppin them bombs.
Now in the public eye - you know Im havin to admit it,
You become a target for a whole lot of critics.
Reporters stickin to ya like white on rice.
Now everywhere I go they wanna interview the ice.
Before every show its like Im steadily surrounded
By all of my fans and the medias houndin
This is not a dis cuz I love all my fans,
But the media doesnt really understand.
They take what ya say, twist it around into lies,
And the next thing ya know,
A bunch of rumors start to fly.
Then they try to make you out to be a straight liar,
And next youll be the front page of hte national enquirer.
Oh what a price to pay to play this crazy game,
You betta be prepared if you ever reach fame.
Yo, Im still the same...ugh!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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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Iceman Party
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) by: vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice and zero
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
Get on down to the sound and a good rhyme.
With a song that should climb
Yo straight to the top with a bullet on the charts again
Another #1 hit to deal with
I gotta fist full of junkies of hip hop suckas
That get in the way have to get dropped.
Forget pop goes the weasel cuz I ran over them punks
Like a mac truck diesel.
An Im playin all the ladies
And I know not a sucker can fade me.
So watch me get buck wild
Yo and just pump the crowd and everybody say.
Aint no party like an ice man party
Now gettin back to the track with the bass - uh!
Watch it unfold in your face
I waste no time makin your body move
Makin this party groove. yo.
This is somethin real funky to dance to
Bringin ya more raps to keep the dance floor packed
So get off the bozak.
An like cool j said dont call it a come back.
One track made a killin
An my first lp went way over 11 million
So dont front cuz I know you were an ice fan.
So get down with the ice man
Everybody thought that the ice was gonna fade out.
But you was wrong cuz I never get played out.
An thats stright up reality
I wanna say whats up to my homies in miami
An to dallas all across the united states.
An everybody who bought vanilla ice tapes.
An everybody overseas, my man -
All of europe, australia and japan.
No matter where you reside, Im in evere record store
Cuz the ice is like world wide
Come on and catch the vibe
Cuz the skys the limit
An Ill never quit makin hits
So get on down with the progrm
Folks its 92 an Im back and its no joke -
So you know the ice wont steer you wrong.
Now everbody just sing along.
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New Biography
See youve got the new biography
Where did they get the info from
Same as before some, so called friends
Who claim to have, known me then
How come theyve got such good memories
And I cant even remember last week
Got to queston where theyre coming from
What knowledge of me is it that they speak
So far away, way back when
The people that claim, to have known me then
Not on my wavelength and its such a shame
That they have to play the name game
The fame game, oh the name game,
Lord its a cryin shame
Lord tell me whats to blame
Reinvented all the stories they know
Give them all a different slant
What is it that theyre really looking for
Just a hobby on the internet
So far away, way back when
The people that claim, to have known me then
Not on my wavelength and its such a shame
That they have to play the name game
The fame game, the name game,
Oh its such a cryin shame, tell me whos to blame
If they didnt really know me way back
How can they know me now, in any respect
Its a pity they dont feel the pain
That they should pay the price to play, to play
The fame game, the name game
Its such a cryin shame, please tell me whos to blame
Not on my wavelength and its such a shame
That they have to play, have to play the fame game
Oh the name game, its a cryin shame
Please tell me whos to blame
They keep on playin
The fame game, oh the name game
Its such a cryin shame, please tell me whos to blame
Keep on playin the fame game
Lord, the name game, its such a cryin shame
Please tell me whos to blame
They just keep on playin the fame game
Oh the name game, its such a cryin shame
Please tell me whos to blame
Keep on, keep on playin..
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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.
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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.
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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
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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Fame
As recorded by david bowie
Fame, makes a man take things over.
Fame, let's him lose, hard to swallow.
Fame, puts you there where things are hollow.
Fame.
Fame,
It's not your brain, it's just a flame,
That burns your change to keep you insane.
Fame.
Fame, what you like is in the limo.
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow.
Fame, what you need you have to borrow.
Fame.
Fame,
Now it's mine, it's just his line
To bind your time it drives you to crime.
Fame.
Is it any wonder
I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Is it any wonder
You are too cool to fool?
Fame.
Fame,
Bully for you,
Chilly for me,
Got to get a raincheck on pain.
Fame.
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, - fame.
What's your name?
(fame, fame)
(fame, fame)
song performed by by Yoko Ono
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fame
As recorded by david bowie
Fame, makes a man take things over.
Fame, let's him lose, hard to swallow.
Fame, puts you there where things are hollow.
Fame.
Fame,
It's not your brain, it's just a flame,
That burns your change to keep you insane.
Fame.
Fame, what you like is in the limo.
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow.
Fame, what you need you have to borrow.
Fame.
Fame,
Now it's mine, it's just his line
To bind your time it drives you to crime.
Fame.
Is it any wonder
I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Is it any wonder
You are too cool to fool?
Fame.
Fame,
Bully for you,
Chilly for me,
Got to get a raincheck on pain.
Fame.
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, - fame.
What's your name?
(fame, fame)
(fame, fame)
song performed by by Yoko Ono
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Money & Fame
Music :matthias jabs
Lyrics:matthias jabs, herman rarebell
You know nothing about loving
You lost somewhere down the line
You know nothing about giving
You should draw the line
You keep looking out for something
Something youre never gonna find
When will, will you show your feelings
You will lose your mind
Whos to blame my love
You play a dangerous game
Whos to blame my love
All you want is money and fame
You play, play with emotions
You need, need a stepping stone
Youre out, out for sensations
Dont you, dont you feel alone
Whos to blame my love
You play a dangerous game
Whos to blame my love
All you want is money and fame
Whos to blame my love
You play a dangerous game
Whos to blame my love
All you want is money and fame
Money and fame
Money and fame
Money and fame
Money and fame
Money and fame
Money and fame
Money and fame
song performed by by Scorpions
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Price of Fame
Dedicated to my friend Michael Houser -guitarist extraordinaire
The price of fame
is part of the game
Sing, play guitar
and you have to pay
Then one day you
have a fear
And soon you will
have to disappear
The price of fame
is the name of the game
When the price of fame
is too high
And you think you
can't get by
Just remember that
your name
created the fame
The price of fame
is part of the game
poem by Rich Young
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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Fame '90 (Gass Remix)
Fame 90
David Bowie
words and music by David Bowie, John Lennon and Carlos Alomar
Fame, makes a man take things over
Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame, puts you there where things are hollow
Fame
Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame
That burns your change to keep you insane
Fame
Fame-f-fame
Fame, what you like is in the limo
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow
Fame, what you need you have to borrow
Fame
Fame, "Nien! It's mine!" is just his line
To bind your time, it drives you to crime
Fame
(What's your name?)
Fame
Could it be the best, could it be?
Really be, really, babe?
Could it be, my babe, could it babe?
Really, really?
Is it any wonder I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool
Fame
Fame-f-fame
Fame, bully for you, chilly for me
Got to get a rain check on pain
Fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame
Fame
What's your name?
(whispered)
Feeling so gay, feeling gay
song performed by by David Bowie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Now & Forever
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.
I need a woman that's sexy
Straight up and erotic
I gotta have her.
Yes a beautiful sex goddess
The kind of girl who rocks my world.
Doin' those crzy things
With whipped cream an' ice cream.
An' everything from grapes to honey,
Andif you ask me
I wan her for 9 1/2 weeks moeny,
Straight stranded on a beach "g".
While she climbs up and down
This tall coconut tree,
An' doin' wild things with
Her tongue and lips,
An' her thighs, includin' them hips,
She comes equipped to lead.
The i.c.e. stuck, the kind of woman who
Can make my volcano erupt.
I need a woman that drives me crazy
When i look at her,
And make the ice man melt
When i look at her.
Yeah, she's the one to make vanilla's blood boil,
Open up that hood,
And let me check that oil.
I got the right dip stick for the job honey.
Watch me swing, while you're edancin' in your g-string.
And let me pull up to your bumpa,
And if your battery is dead,
I'll pull my cable out and jump ya'
Pump ya' witht he juice
To keep the engine runnin'
Oh yes, you've got the body work
To keep the ice man comin'
Again and again
In any type of weather, baby,
I need you - now, now and forever
I'm the type of man that
Likes to get it off.
I'll pour some champagne all
Over your baod, and then i'll lick it off.
Uh an' i have to tell you somthin'
I want to kiss your neck,
And take my tongue around your belly button.
I need a woman not a hooka
To take rides on my love boat.
Yes, my 53 fotta,
So let's sink in my hot tub or jacuzzi
And do those crazy wild things,
That amuse me.
Oh yes baby, i'll be your sex slave
And with my head gear on,
I wanna go and explore your cave,
See you can make the ice cream.
Come here girl, and take a lick of this ice cream
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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