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Vanilla Ice - Monsters of Rap - Ice Ice Baby
Monsters of Rap
Disc 1
01. Walk This Way
02. Bust a Move
03. U Can’t Touch This
04. Baby Got Back
05. The Power
06. I Got a Man
07. Parents Just Don’t Understand
08. Rump Shaker
09. Tennessee
10. Get Up! (Before the Night Is Over)
11. Mentirosa
12. Supersonic
13. Knockin' Boots
14. Tic Tac Toe
15. Informer
16. Cars With the Boom
17. The Rain
Disc 2
01. Wild Thing
02. Joy & Pain
03. Now That We Found Love
04. Ice Ice Baby
05. Pop Goes the Weasel
06. Ain’t Gonna Hurt Nobody
07. You Can’t Play With My Yo‐Yo
08. Slam
09. Wipeout
10. Rico Suave
11. Scenario
12. Things That Make You Go Hmmmm…
13. I'll Do 4 U
14. The Choice Is Yours
15. Wiggle It
16. Set Adrift on Memory Bliss
17. The Breaks
18. Ya Mama
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, go rush to 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 gangway
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 pumping
Quick to the point, to the point, no faking
Cooking MCs like a pound of bacon
Burning them, if you ain't 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 rag-top 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 busted 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
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 rang 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 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 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 D-Shay 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