The Hit Crew - Ice Ice Baby текст песни

Текст песни Ice Ice Baby - The Hit Crew




Yo, VIP, let's kick it
Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby
Alright 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 wax a chump like a candle
(Dance) A rush of 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 pumpin'
Quick to the point the point no faking
Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning 'em they ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a high hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll it's time to go solo
(Rolling) In my five point oh
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waving 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 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
Shea with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
(Ready) For the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill cause they're full of eight ball
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells
(Falling) 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 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
Physical rhymes you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed it's a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step
(With this) Shea plays on the fades
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 my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby, Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby, Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby, Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby, Vanilla
Yo man let's get out of here
Word to your mother
Ice Ice Baby Chico
Ice Ice Baby Chico
Ice Ice Baby Chico
Ice Ice Baby Chico



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