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Crazy Frog

Ice Ice Baby

 

Ice Ice Baby

(альбом: More Crazy Hits - 2006)


Ice ice baby
Vanilla ice ice baby
Vanilla ice ice baby
Vanilla ice ice baby

Vanilla ice ice baby
Vanilla ice ice baby
Vanilla ice ice baby
Vanilla ice ice baby

All right stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly

Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and and watch and jump like a candle

Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm 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 bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo, I'll 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 and the Vegas are pumping
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon

Burning them but you ain't quick you nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo

Rolling in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waiting just to say hi
Did you stop? No, I just drove by

Kept on pursuing to the next, I
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead yo, so I continued to
A1A Beachfront Avenue

Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with the gage and Vanilla with a nine

Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard was shells

Rolling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack

Police are on the scene you know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem yo, I'll 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 I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground

'Cause my style's 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 DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram

Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby
Vanilla ice ice baby
Vanilla ice ice baby
Vanilla ice ice baby
Vanilla ice

Yo man, let's get out of here
Word to your mother
Ice ice baby, too cold
Ice ice baby, too cold, too cold

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