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.
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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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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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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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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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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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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
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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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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
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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
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Published by ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Oh My Gosh
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.
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Hey you check it I think its time
To wreck it.
So here I go again witht he stuff
So lets test it.
Cool like tha ice vanilla heres the flava
Freezin up tha mic to hit ya with
So you can savor.
No slippin nor stonin gettin straight
To tha poinst.
Hit tha mad izm and light another joint
Tha easy like style is what I kick when
Im kickin no trippin Im spliffin
So get a good wiff and get with tha style,
That Im using no guessin
So heres a quick lesson I got my smith & wesson
Listen up close and there will be no confusion
Now youre addicted to mentally abuse it.
Word to tha mutha, Im here to tear it up,
And if ya cant get with it, I dont give a
So run and tell ya crew and tell em ice is
Near this here is for tha people the ice is
Rated lethal.
Here I come with tha nine in my hand,
Its time to wreck shop now tell me whos
The man.
Just like ali Im tha thriller in manilla,
Tearin stuff up like my man godzilla.
Makin tha suckers drop when ya steppin
To my zone comin straight up like my man
Al capone.
You try to cross me up Ill jump you like
You was a checker,
And like jerry rice Im into breakin all records.
Rollin with my crew firm up a blunt,
My hands on tha pump bust u on beachfront.
In case you forgot Im here to remind you,
Im chiller, chiller than the ice on vanilla.
Word, word to tha herb as you heard,
Im hittin 3 pointers just like larry bird.
You cant touch this, welcome to tha hit list
Try to play me out, you catch a big fist quick.
Pop in ya eye, dont try to ask me why.
Cause its like that fool ya hangin with tha ice,
Cause its cool and like I said this heres for
Tha people tha ice is rated lethal.
It goes a 1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4.
The ice be tha leader, so open up tha door.
Check it out, cuz what Im all about is gettin
Mad paid, cuz the green is real sticky.
My stuff is kinda tricky, so listen up close.
And when ya ask tha ladies they love tha ice
Tha most.
So open up ya car and look inside here
And keep ya self in line you and please dont
Stare.
Cuz cool is how Im coolin and there just
Isnt nuttin to it.
Dont ask me no questions, cuz you alrady kew.
Now get with tha program and listen to tha style,
So lend me an ear so I can get buckwild.
Ya girly cant resist it so chill while I kick it,
So bur a hootie mac so go ahead and twist it.
My records on tha table, Im droppin it on tha
Needle, this here is for tha people that ice is
Rated lethal.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Oh My Gosh
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.
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Hey you check it I think its time
To wreck it.
So here I go again witht he stuff
So lets test it.
Cool like tha ice vanilla heres the flava
Freezin up tha mic to hit ya with
So you can savor.
No slippin nor stonin gettin straight
To tha poinst.
Hit tha mad izm and light another joint
Tha easy like style is what I kick when
Im kickin no trippin Im spliffin
So get a good wiff and get with tha style,
That Im using no guessin
So heres a quick lesson I got my smith & wesson
Listen up close and there will be no confusion
Now youre addicted to mentally abuse it.
Word to tha mutha, Im here to tear it up,
And if ya cant get with it, I dont give a
So run and tell ya crew and tell em ice is
Near this here is for tha people the ice is
Rated lethal.
Here I come with tha nine in my hand,
Its time to wreck shop now tell me whos
The man.
Just like ali Im tha thriller in manilla,
Tearin stuff up like my man godzilla.
Makin tha suckers drop when ya steppin
To my zone comin straight up like my man
Al capone.
You try to cross me up Ill jump you like
You was a checker,
And like jerry rice Im into breakin all records.
Rollin with my crew firm up a blunt,
My hands on tha pump bust u on beachfront.
In case you forgot Im here to remind you,
Im chiller, chiller than the ice on vanilla.
Word, word to tha herb as you heard,
Im hittin 3 pointers just like larry bird.
You cant touch this, welcome to tha hit list
Try to play me out, you catch a big fist quick.
Pop in ya eye, dont try to ask me why.
Cause its like that fool ya hangin with tha ice,
Cause its cool and like I said this heres for
Tha people tha ice is rated lethal.
It goes a 1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4.
The ice be tha leader, so open up tha door.
Check it out, cuz what Im all about is gettin
Mad paid, cuz the green is real sticky.
My stuff is kinda tricky, so listen up close.
And when ya ask tha ladies they love tha ice
Tha most.
So open up ya car and look inside here
And keep ya self in line you and please dont
Stare.
Cuz cool is how Im coolin and there just
Isnt nuttin to it.
Dont ask me no questions, cuz you alrady kew.
Now get with tha program and listen to tha style,
So lend me an ear so I can get buckwild.
Ya girly cant resist it so chill while I kick it,
So bur a hootie mac so go ahead and twist it.
My records on tha table, Im droppin it on tha
Needle, this here is for tha people that ice is
Rated lethal.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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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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!
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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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!
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Blowin My Mind
Written by: vanilla ice, zero, rod johnson
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc., bmi.
Keyboards: paul loomis
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Guitar: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
Coolin in the shade
Sippin on lemonade.
I hear a knowck on the door who is it?
Kim, ocmin to pay me another visit.
She tells me that Im on her mind,
And a player like me is very hard to find.
I like the way she licks her lips starin in my eyes,
I must admit shes got some juicy thighs.
I like the way she wears her hair and the tight skirts fit,
Thats why I got her in my mix.
All she wants to do is hit the sheets and keep it goin,
Thats why Im mind blowin.
Mind blowin, blowin my mind...
Ten minutes past, I got my eyes on her ugh...
Shes shaped like an hour glass.
I like the red lipstick, she took a popsicle out,
And put it in her mouth quick.
She whispered in my ear, saying those things that only
A mac would like to hear.
You see, I like a girl that really turns me on
Twist with her walk, and sexy on the telephone.
She tells me she dreams of me, she wants to be with me
And not another memory,
But for now we can hit the sheets baby,
And keep it goin now Im mind blowin.
Now the heat is on my fingers still in her hair,
Now shes reaching for my underwear.
Im thinking I should make her wait
For another day, oh I forget, sherris on the way.
Off came the top, shes looking in my eyes
Here we go with the big surprise.
I guess I cant resist it, hands all over my body
As she puckered up and kissed.
Uhhh, off came the pumps, Im checkin out the rump
Shes got a lotta junk in her trunk.
And finally we hit the sheets, and kept it goin
Now Im mind blowin.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Roll em Up
Written by: vanilla ice, zero, rod johnson, darryl delite
Allamby
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero.
Published by: ice baby music, dj zero music, bmi
Mix by: vanilla ice
Lead guitar: andy timmons
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
Roll em up roll up the hooty mac, rollem up
Rol em up, rollem up rollem up.....
I need some herbs and spices,
So I can feel nices,
The breeze, coolin like a summertree.
Cuz its the i-c-e and you know I got the feel it.
I score it, and I aint gotta steal it.
So brang on the sack thats phat,
Ya know
I love my is izm and the 1.5,
Cuz I get em.
Everytime I get a little hit of tha hummm
The skunk, and the funk feels good to my lungs.
Fire, fire, the izm is my desire,
And I need to get it quick cause its callin me.
Come and roll me up please i-c-e,
Light the hooty mac, so we can start the par-ty.
You know I smoke good stuff, so go and get the bong,
Gong - diddlee bong, once again you know its on - huh,
You feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it
Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it.
You see everytime I wake up, I got to clear my head,
But I clear it with ? ess, cause it goes with my dreds.
And I cant stand to run out, cause if you do I get illy,
Never get silly, so pass me the philly.
Blunt, and no I dnt front like zero,
Who wears a chronic hat but always says no,
But I say yes, and I get it off my chest.
Bring the bo, bring the skunk, and I hit the phunky ? ess,
Check it, you aint gotta test it,
Its the mad bomb and Ive already blessed it.
Checka 1-2, and tell me how ya do,
When you hear the dirty budda when the buzz comes through.
I aint tryin to front, cause Im gettin what I want.
Take a chunk of phunk, leave the sack in my trunk.
Yeh, you feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it
Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it.
Roll em up the hooty mac, that what I said
Now tell me how you feelin.
Dont it feel good enought to jump and touch the ceiling.
Its on, its on, I feel it comin on.
Its good to the bone, cause the buzz is real strong.
Even though I can not stand it, but I recomment it,
Especially when ya sick with that cold, so spend it.
You know that twenty dollars that yove saved
Throughout the week,
If youre a non smoker, then please dont try to speak.
The plan, the plan ya know Ive got a plan,
Squirrels go thte goods, now tell me whos the man.
But not really the man that you call when you want it,
Ya know I stay legit, and Ive got to stay up on it.
On and on you geve me a ho....
And what I want to do, then Ill let you know.
You feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it
Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Roll em Up
Written by: vanilla ice, zero, rod johnson, darryl delite
Allamby
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero.
Published by: ice baby music, dj zero music, bmi
Mix by: vanilla ice
Lead guitar: andy timmons
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
Roll em up roll up the hooty mac, rollem up
Rol em up, rollem up rollem up.....
I need some herbs and spices,
So I can feel nices,
The breeze, coolin like a summertree.
Cuz its the i-c-e and you know I got the feel it.
I score it, and I aint gotta steal it.
So brang on the sack thats phat,
Ya know
I love my is izm and the 1.5,
Cuz I get em.
Everytime I get a little hit of tha hummm
The skunk, and the funk feels good to my lungs.
Fire, fire, the izm is my desire,
And I need to get it quick cause its callin me.
Come and roll me up please i-c-e,
Light the hooty mac, so we can start the par-ty.
You know I smoke good stuff, so go and get the bong,
Gong - diddlee bong, once again you know its on - huh,
You feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it
Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it.
You see everytime I wake up, I got to clear my head,
But I clear it with ? ess, cause it goes with my dreds.
And I cant stand to run out, cause if you do I get illy,
Never get silly, so pass me the philly.
Blunt, and no I dnt front like zero,
Who wears a chronic hat but always says no,
But I say yes, and I get it off my chest.
Bring the bo, bring the skunk, and I hit the phunky ? ess,
Check it, you aint gotta test it,
Its the mad bomb and Ive already blessed it.
Checka 1-2, and tell me how ya do,
When you hear the dirty budda when the buzz comes through.
I aint tryin to front, cause Im gettin what I want.
Take a chunk of phunk, leave the sack in my trunk.
Yeh, you feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it
Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it.
Roll em up the hooty mac, that what I said
Now tell me how you feelin.
Dont it feel good enought to jump and touch the ceiling.
Its on, its on, I feel it comin on.
Its good to the bone, cause the buzz is real strong.
Even though I can not stand it, but I recomment it,
Especially when ya sick with that cold, so spend it.
You know that twenty dollars that yove saved
Throughout the week,
If youre a non smoker, then please dont try to speak.
The plan, the plan ya know Ive got a plan,
Squirrels go thte goods, now tell me whos the man.
But not really the man that you call when you want it,
Ya know I stay legit, and Ive got to stay up on it.
On and on you geve me a ho....
And what I want to do, then Ill let you know.
You feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it
Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it.
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