(vanilla ice, khayree)
Yea...vanillas stand the world on a chair. yea!
Vanilla ll knock em down on their rear. yea!
Vanilla ll make em all stand up and cheer. yea!
Hes the vanilla! break, break, break down.
Sparklin like a towerin inferno
You wanna learn my songs, this aint no journal
It blemished my rhyme, because Im drawin the line
Dont celebrate too soon, cause Im goin for mine
Just a character in a made up cartoon
Like witchel and hazel, boy, youre pushin a broom
So get a new life or come equipped with the best
Mark another one for ice, let the microphone rest
Just listen to my groove, the beat is strong
And Ill rock it now, I need a microphone
Im in the mood to dance, Im in the mood to prance
You tried me once but now youre takin a chance
Because I rock with flavor, hard as lifesaver
You asked for dope, ha...thats what I gave ya
A chance to go but now you move too slow
My juice is pumped and Im ready to go
Go...its a party...come on...lets do this...come on...
Real good...into a new phase, jumpin up the airwaves
And now youre amazed cause its hip hop that you crave
Becuase Im hyped like an addict, theres no drug involved
The only thing I need is my record revolved
Def comin dtrong, hard like a matador
I saw my style, my soul, up on the dance floor
I wanna see ya shake, shake and shiver
Youre a charity case, and ice is the giver
Im givin you what you want but youre dumb and naive
You cant cope with the dop ice has concieved
Which is a dope jam, hotter than the third degree
You tried my style but I burn you see
Im ice and Im cold, Im buildin igloos of gold
You wanna bite my style, you gotta have soul
cause a dope like this is not easy to come by
You dont buy it on, it comes out your hifi
Its a party...come on...lets do this...
You think its funy to lack but Im a brother to mack
The 808 kickin base from a dope drum track
Im the coolest of cool, kickin cools silly fools
You r posses takin a dip and vanillas the pool
Get ready for my ritual, its at its peak
Silly punks bow down 1st the lyricist speak
Intruders get slayed, my pockets get paid
The girlie is jockin it and just got laid
See Im the press you elect, keep the record erect
In effect, damn, aint that what you expect?
Earthquake is on the funk, my homies not a punk
Take you antique rhymes and self em as junk
You see, we wont come front and sellin drugs and all that shit
Fake caddies, mack daddies, aint even legit
So, get a beeper, youre a sleeper and you need to wake up
So make the record transform so carwin vegas
Its a party...come on...lets do this...
Do it! we dont need no music
cause all we wanna do, is sing and dance and party down
Im the best, hes the vanilla
Its a party...come on...lets do this...
Produced by khayree
Published by ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)
