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Vanilla Ice

Fame

 

Fame

(Album: Mind Blowin - 1994)


Now everybody wants to have fame
But you'll pay the price if you're not plaing it by the game
'cause this game is made up of a bunch of crazy rules,
And fools get took if they're not plaing by the rules.
Now, the Ice is kicking it, kicking it kicking it like a champ,
But don't try to play me like some wet food stamp.
They say that it was a fluke,
'cause I used a fat loop,
But here's the sccop, troop
The Ice is back to make it hoop.
An' since it's 94, and now I'm back on the scene,
Escapin from the hell of taking it to the extreme.
It's kind of strange, 'cause people say you've changed...
But I never changed,
Even though I got Fame,
Yo, I'm still the same...Ugh!

Fame, I'm still the same person,
I never ever switch, an' even if I'm rich.
But now it's like an itch,
'cause I love the music.
They say I do it for the money,
And it's funny, clocking all the honeys;
The ones that used to dis now they wanna kiss.
Looking at what my troops got,
Now they're getting their boots knocked.
Damn it's a shame do I love 'em
No I don't "G".

A couple of yeas ago, they didn't want me
Now I got these so called friends,
It's down with the Ice,
'cause they know I'm making ends.
But my real friends have been friends through the fame.
An' since I have fame ain't a damn thing changed,
Yo I'm still the same...Ugh!

And let me tell you about the pros and the cons,
Fame only lasts if you keep dropping them bombs.
Now in the public eye you know I'm having to admit it,
You become a target for a whole lot of critics.
Reporters sticking to ya like white on rice.
Now everywhere I go they wanna interview the Ice.
Before every show it's like I'm steadily surrounded
By all of my fans and the media's hounding
This is not a dis 'cause I love all my fans,
But the media doesn't 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 you'll 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, I'm still the same...Ugh!

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