CANCIÓN DEL DÍA: Vanilla Ice – Ice ice baby

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(Vanilla Ice, Earthquake, M. Smooth)
Yo,Vanilla,kick it one time Boy

Yo, VIP, Let’s kick it!

Ice Ice Baby, 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 wax a chump like a candle.

Dance, go 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 pumpin’
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
Cooking MCs like a pound of bacon
Burnin’ ‘em, if you aint 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

Rollin’ in my 5.0
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
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 a gauge, and Vanilla with a nine
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 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
Feasible 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
Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut 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 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
Ice Ice Baby Too cold, Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold, Too cold

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