(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!

He's the vanilla! break, break, break down.



Sparklin' like a towerin' inferno

You wanna' learn my songs, this ain't no journal

It blemished my rhyme, because i'm drawin' the line

Don't celebrate too soon, 'cause i'm goin' for mine

Just a character in a made up cartoon

Like witchel and hazel, boy, you're 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 i'll rock it now, i need a microphone

I'm in the mood to dance, i'm in the mood to prance

You tried me once but now you're takin' a chance

Because i rock with flavor, hard as lifesaver

You asked for dope, ha...that's what i gave ya'

A chance to go but now you move too slow

My juice is pumped and i'm ready to go



Go...it's a party...come on...let's do this...come on...



Real good...into a new phase, jumpin' up the airwaves

And now you're amazed 'cause it's hip hop that you crave

Becuase i'm hyped like an addict, there's 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

You're a charity case, and ice is the giver

I'm givin' you what you want but you're dumb and naive

You can't 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

I'm ice and i'm cold, i'm 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 don't buy it on, it comes out your hifi



It's a party...come on...'let's do this...



You think it's funy to lack but i'm a brother to mack

The 808 kickin' base from a dope drum track

I'm the coolest of cool, kickin' cools silly fools

You r posse's takin' a dip and vanilla's the pool

Get ready for my ritual, it's 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 i'm the press you elect, keep the record erect

In effect, damn, ain't that what you expect?

Earthquake is on the funk, my homie's not a punk

Take you antique rhymes and self 'em as junk

You see, we won't come front' and sellin' drugs and all that shit

Fake caddies, mack daddies, ain't even legit

So, get a beeper, you're a sleeper and you need to wake up

So make the record transform so carwin vegas



It's a party...come on...let's do this...



Do it! we don't need no music

'cause all we wanna' do, is sing and dance and party down

I'm the best, he's the vanilla



It's a party...come on...let's do this...



Produced by khayree

Published by ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)




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