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Vanilla Ice

Treat Em Right

 

Treat Em Right

(album: Vanilla Ice Is Back! - Hip Hop Classics - 2008)


Sing it

Nineteen ninety, V-Ice jumps up on the scene
With a lean and a pocket full of green
The green doesn't symbolize, I made it on the top
But Robocop last year was a shock
The tone of the Popeye cut shook your butt
Kids are screaming; the media says, "What
Kind of music is this for you to dance to?"
The man with the plan and the man demands you
Leave the smack and the crack for the wack
Throw the vial in the Nile; keep a smile like that
Leave the knife and the gun in the store
And ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds, never forget Yusef
Hawkins, and when you're walking, you don't just run
Black on black; remember that; it's important
Anyway, the struggle is won, brings forth the fun
No hatred; the summer's almost done
No time for sleep, jump in your Jeep
And pump up the funky beat a whole week
Beeper goes off, yo, smash it to trash it
You're too young to be plumped in a casket
Just get your boys and bring the noise
And just swing it, and party people, sing it

Kids in the crib want dibs on the big man
"Can he come out? Can he come out and slam a jam?
I'm his number one fan, yes I am"
All these kids realize I'm the man
Six foot three and maybe a quarter of an inch bigger
Than last year, but still a unique figure
Rob Swinger, Doc No, Dinky, and Hot Dog know
That I'm a man who was born to have a mic on
Next to me at all times, ready to kick a rhyme
That will keep me out of financial bind
That's why when it comes to fans, I'm never mean
Kids on St. James between Gates and Greene
Always says hello, 'cause I'm a modest fellow
Never try to play a superstar that's mellow
'Cause if these kids don't go buy our records
We'll be has-beens, plus naked
So we owe them, so pull out your pen
Sign an autograph, you might make a new friend
So just get your boys and bring the noise and just swing it
And party people in the house, sing it

Party people in the house, listen up
I'm the man with the plan and the band rips it up
Party people in the house, listen up
Party people in the house, listen up
And leave the guns and have fun; out!
And oh yeah, sing it

Well, coming back
To nineteen ninety, V-Ice jumps up on the scene
With a lean and a hardcore dream
The dream wasn't crafted to be pornographic
Decency started from the crib, plus kids
Don't need to hear all of that on the rap
The strength of my vibe placed Ice on the map
'Cause authority, seniority goes far
My staff gives autographs plus gives 'nuff laughs
Read my mic, heed my sight, I'll definitely lead you right
Just treat me right, peace!

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