Ice Ice Baby

Alright, stop, collaborate and listen

I sit back with a 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 the stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance, caress the speakers that boom
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I'm playing dope melodies
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, you better gain way
You better hit the bullseye, 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 and the kicking and the fingers are pumping
Quick to the point, to the point, no faking
Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Running them, staying quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a souped-up tempo
I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo

Rolling in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair could blow
The girlies on standby waiting just to say hi

Did you stop? No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead, so, yo, I continued
818 Beechwood Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman Love was driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with the gauge and Vanilla with the nine

Ready for the chumps on the raw
The chumps acting ill 'cause they feel an eight ball

Gunshots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine, all I heard was shells

Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car and slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper, the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away, but the jack is jacked
Police on the scene, you know what I mean

They passed me up and kept running all the dope fiends
If there's a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out my hook as the 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 every hole in the ground
'Cause my style is like a chemical spill

Feed my rhymes, you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, it's a hell of a concept
We make it hype, and you'll wanna step with this

Shay plays on the phase
Sliced like a ninja and cuts like a razor blade
So fast, other DJs say, "Damn"
If rhymes were a drug, I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic when I kick my juice
If there's 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