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Yo, VIP, Let's kick it! |
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Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby |
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All right stop, Collaborate and listen |
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Ice is back with my brand new invention |
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Something grabs a hold of me tightly |
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Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly |
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Will it ever stop? Yo -- I don't know |
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Turn off the lights and I'll glow |
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To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal |
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Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle. |
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Dance, Bum rush the speaker that booms |
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I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom |
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Deadly, when I play a dope melody |
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Anything less than the best is a felony |
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Love it or leave it, You better gain way |
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You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play |
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If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it |
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Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it |
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Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla |
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Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla |
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Now that the party is jumping |
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With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin' |
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Quick to the point, to the point no faking |
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I'm cooking MCs like a pound of bacon |
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Burning them if they're not quick and nimble |
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I go crazy when I hear a cymbal |
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And a hi hat with a souped up tempo |
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I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo |
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Rollin' in my 5.0 |
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With my ragtop down so my hair can blow |
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The girlies on standby, Waving just to say Hi |
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Did you stop? No -- I just drove by |
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Kept on pursuing to the next stop |
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I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block |
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That block was dead |
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Yo -- so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave. |
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Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis |
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Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis |
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Jealous 'cause I'm out geting mine |
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Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine |
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Reading for the chumps on the wall |
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The chumps acting ill because they're so full of "Eight Ball" |
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Gunshots ranged out like a bell |
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I grabbed my nine -- All I heard were shells |
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Falling on the concrete real fast |
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Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas |
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Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed |
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I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack |
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Police on the scene, You know what I mean |
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They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends |
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If there was a problem, You, I'll solve it |
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Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it |
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Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla |
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Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla |
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Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet |
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Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it |
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My town, that created all the bass sound |
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Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground |
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'Cause my style's like a chemical spill |
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Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel |
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Conducted and formed, This is a hell of a concept |
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We make it hype and you want to step with this |
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Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja |
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Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJs say, "damn" |
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If my rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram |
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Keep my composure when it's time to get loose |
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Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice |
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If there was a problem, Yo -- I'll solve it! |
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Check out the hook while Deshay revolves it. |
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Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla |
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Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla |
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Yo man - Let's get out of here! Word to your mother! |
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Ice Ice Baby Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold |
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Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold |
