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"Ice Ice Baby (Remix)" is a track by Vanilla Ice, from the album Platinum Underground, released 16th August 2005. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] Ice, ice, baby Ice, ice, baby Alright, stop.... Check out the hook Alright stop, alright stop Alright stop [Verse 1] 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, huh, 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, 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 bettеr gain way You better hit bullseyе, the kid don't play If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it [Chorus] Ice, ice, baby Vanilla Ice, ice, baby Vanilla Ice, ice, baby Vanilla Ice, ice, baby [Verse 2] Now that the party is jumpin' With the bass kicked in and the Vegas are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point, no fakin' Cookin' MCs like a pound of bacon Burnin' 'em if you're not 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, time to go solo Rollin' in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby, wavin' just to say hi “Did you stop?” No, I just drove by Kept on, pursuin' to the next stop I busted a left and I'm headin' 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 Don't play with the gauge and Vanilla with a 9 Ready for the chumps on the wall The chumps acting ill because they're full of eight ball Gunshots ranged out like a bell I grabbed my 9, 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? 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 [Chorus] Ice, ice, baby Vanilla Ice, ice, baby Vanilla Ice, ice, baby Vanilla Ice, ice, baby [Verse 3] Take heed, 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 My style's like a chemical spill These are rhymes 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, Quake plays on the fade Slice like a ninja, cuts like a razor blade So fast, other DJs 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 when I kick my juice If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it [Chorus] Ice, ice, baby Vanilla Ice, ice, baby Vanilla Ice, ice, baby Vanilla Ice, ice, baby [Outro] Word to your mother Ice, ice, baby (Too cold, too cold) Ice, ice, baby (Too cold, too cold) Ice, ice, baby (Too cold, too cold) Ice, ice, baby (Too cold, too cold)
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