Vanilla Sky
The chef prepares a special menu for your delight, oh my
Tonight you fly so high up in the vanilla sky
Unbearable or great
You gotta love every hour, you must appreciate
This is your time
This is your day
Youve got it all
Dont blow it away
The chef prepares a special menu for your delight, oh my
Tonight you fly so high up in the vanilla sky
Melted tinbeads cast your fortune in a glass of wine
Snail or fish, balloon or dolphin, see yourself shine
This is your time
This is your day
Youve got it all
Dont blow it away
The chef prepares a special menu for your delight, oh my
Tonight you fly so high up in the vanilla sky
In the vanilla, in the vanilla, in the vanilla sky
In the vanilla, in the vanilla, in the vanilla sky
In the vanilla sky
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Smooth Interlude
Written by: vanilla ice, zero, tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc., bmi.
Background vocals (rap) by: vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice and zero
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Chocolate And Vanilla Swirl
When I was a child
I spoke, thought, reasoned as a child
My favorite treat on a hot summer day
Was a chocolate vanilla ice cream swirl
I'd have it for every meal if I had my way.
When I became a women
Grown and mature
I put aside all childish things
Everything but my love
For chocolate vanilla swirl
My only indulgence to my inner girl.
Not so very long ago
That swirl of chocolate and vanilla
Melded in a way I'd never dreamed of
Ice melted by fire
Our trust and desire
Sweetly blended
Bodies so entwined
It couldn't be said
Where we began or ended.
Looking back at our time together
The years have flown by in a whirl
As we allowed our indulgence
To lose ourselves
In the sweetness of our
Chocolate and vanilla swirl.
I hope there is forever
In this special connection
Of this chocolate boy and vanilla girl.
poem by Esther Brush
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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.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Porcupine Pie
Porcupine pie, porcupine pie, porcupine pie
Vanilla soup, a double scoop please
No, maybe I wont, maybe I wont, maybe I will
The tutti fruit with fruity blue cheese
Ah, but porcupine pie, porcupine pie, porcupine pie
Dont let it get on your jeans
And though it sounds a little strange
Well, you gotta eat it with gloves
Or your hands will turn green
Ah, but porcupine pie, porcupine pie, porcupine pie
It weaves its web from a drink
And I do believe Im gonna get one
Vanilla ? ? ? for dessert chicken ripple ice cream
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Two Flavors
Two women flavors, cherry and vanilla,
describe two types of women, one trangressive,
the other bland, and for a ladykiller,
too boring if call yourself progressive.
Though ice cream flourishes with both these flavors,
in the case of women it is rare
for men to ask from the vanilla favors
associated just with cherries. Ordinaire,
wine can’t compete with wine whose pedigree
is noble, and what is bland cannot compete
with what excites the palate. You can’t flee
these flavors if you happen to love heat.
In an episode of the AMC drama Madmen, the advertising firm whose protagonists form the core of the drama are asked by Playtex to provide a new way of promoting bras. They suggest that the bras should appeal to the two sides of women, epitomized by Jacqueline Kennedy and Marilyn Monroe, representing respectively vanilla and cherry flavors.
8/31/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Ice Ice Baby
(vanilla ice, earthquake, m. smooth)
Yo, vip, lets kick it!
Ice ice baby, ice ice baby
All right stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? yo -- I dont know
Turn off the lights and Ill glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.
Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms
Im killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, you better gain way
You better hit bulls eye, the kid dont play
If there was a problem, yo, Ill solve it
Check out the hook while my dj revolves it
Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the vegas are pumpin
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
Im cooking mcs like a pound of bacon
Burning them if theyre not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
Im on a roll and its time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby, waving just to say hi
Did you stop? no -- I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and Im heading to the next block
That block was dead
Yo -- so I continued to a1a beachfront ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving lamborghinis
Jealous cause Im out geting mine
Shay with a gauge and vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because theyre so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine -- all I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenues packed
Im trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene, you know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem, you, Ill solve it
Check out the hook while my dj revolves it
Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla
Take heed, cause Im a lyrical poet
Miamis on the scene just in case you didnt know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
cause my styles like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, other djs say, damn
If my rhyme was a drug, Id sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when its time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem, yo -- Ill solve it!
Check out the hook while deshay revolves it.
Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla
Yo man -- lets get out of here! word to your mother!
Ice ice baby too cold, ice ice baby too cold too cold
Ice ice baby too cold too cold, ice ice baby too cold too cold
Produced by vanilla ice
Published by ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ice Ice Baby
(vanilla ice, earthquake, m. smooth)
Yo, vip, lets kick it!
Ice ice baby, ice ice baby
All right stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? yo -- I dont know
Turn off the lights and Ill glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.
Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms
Im killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, you better gain way
You better hit bulls eye, the kid dont play
If there was a problem, yo, Ill solve it
Check out the hook while my dj revolves it
Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the vegas are pumpin
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
Im cooking mcs like a pound of bacon
Burning them if theyre not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
Im on a roll and its time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby, waving just to say hi
Did you stop? no -- I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and Im heading to the next block
That block was dead
Yo -- so I continued to a1a beachfront ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving lamborghinis
Jealous cause Im out geting mine
Shay with a gauge and vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because theyre so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine -- all I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenues packed
Im trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene, you know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem, you, Ill solve it
Check out the hook while my dj revolves it
Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla
Take heed, cause Im a lyrical poet
Miamis on the scene just in case you didnt know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
cause my styles like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, other djs say, damn
If my rhyme was a drug, Id sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when its time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem, yo -- Ill solve it!
Check out the hook while deshay revolves it.
Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla
Yo man -- lets get out of here! word to your mother!
Ice ice baby too cold, ice ice baby too cold too cold
Ice ice baby too cold too cold, ice ice baby too cold too cold
Produced by vanilla ice
Published by ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Tableau at Twilight
I sit in the dusk. I am all alone.
Enter a child and an ice-cream cone.
A parent is easily beguiled
By sight of this coniferous child.
The friendly embers warmer gleam,
The cone begins to drip ice cream.
Cones are composed of many a vitamin.
My lap is not the place to bitamin.
Although my raiment is not chinchilla,
I flinch to see it become vanilla.
Coniferous child, when vanilla melts
I’d rather it melted somewhere else.
Exit child with remains of cone.
I sit in the dusk. I am all alone,
Muttering spells like an angry Druid,
Alone, in the dusk, with the cleaning fluid.
poem by Ogden Nash
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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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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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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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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
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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
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Chocolate and Vanilla, Nice Dream
A beautiful Sunday afternoon
Amid the estival breeze of a silent moon
You and I did enjoy a few scoops
Of our favorite dessert; oops, oops
We hugged, kissed and teased each other
And uneventfully realized when mixed together
Chocolate and vanilla esthetically are wonderful
Miraculous, incredible, visual and sensual.
Voluminous kisses, voluptuous hugs
Velvety waves and intermittent moaning
Of ecstasy until the next morning
Surprisingly, mosquitoes and bugs
Stayed away, where we became one
Darling! We do know how to have fun
Chocolate and vanilla are two vital ingredients
That nourished bodies and soul, soil and plants.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Self-centered....
the blond
has a hand that carries a cone of
vanilla ice cream
it is summer
he looks at the sea
and lets his ice cream melt
not licking it yet
the sea is so blue
a woman looks at his
well chiseled body his
butterfly back
his abs and
strong arms
the ice cream melts
the man looks at the sand
and estimates the size
of his shadow
the sand is so white
the woman with her long black hair
in a two piece
the main attraction of this poem
backs out
and buys her own cone of
vanilla ice cream
and she licks it until the ice cream
is consumed
the man goes to the sea and makes
his needed dive
indeed the sea is so blue
and it is a sad summer....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Ode to Weight-watchers
We are weight-watchers
And we are the tasters of dreams,
Escaping irresistible sweets
With mere disdain, it seems,
Contemplating mounds of vanilla,
On which caramel sauces tease.
Any two of us can fancy a tasty thriller,
If the other tacitly agrees.
What wonderful triple cracklin’ goodness
Comprise the greatness of our appetites.
What a fabulous story of quaintness,
Fashioned by our culinary delights.
For each aroma drifting from the cottage eaves,
A rhyme could flutter in the evening breeze.
On a day when the air is cold and dense,
When the streets are snowed upon,
Would anyone see the macaroon stuck in the fence
Through which my calorie-hungry structure may run.
No matter what manner of delicacy
Or however many of them I see,
The double vanilla wafers, like wheels,
Allow me to get away free.
poem by Albert Price
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