Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby is a track on More Crazy Hits. Is is a cover of the 1990 song Ice Ice Baby by rapper Vanilla Ice.[1]
Lyrics
Lyrics provided by Genius.[2]
Ice ice baby
Vanilla ice ice baby
Vanilla ice ice baby
Vanilla ice ice baby
Vanilla ice ice baby
Vanilla ice ice baby
Vanilla ice ice baby
Vanilla 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 and watch and jump like a candle
Dance, bum 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 MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them but you ain't quick you nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waiting just to say hi
Did you stop? No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next, I
I busted 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 the gage and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard was shells
Rolling 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 are 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 that 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 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 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