Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vanilla Ice
Vanilla Ice
Vocals
David Bowie
David Bowie
Sampled Artist
DeShay
DeShay
Beats
Queen
Queen
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Bowie
David Bowie
Songwriter
Floyd Brown
Floyd Brown
Songwriter
Brian May
Brian May
Songwriter
Roger Taylor
Roger Taylor
Songwriter
John Deacon
John Deacon
Songwriter
Robert van Winkle
Robert van Winkle
Songwriter
Freddie Mercury
Freddie Mercury
Songwriter
Mario Johnson
Mario Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vanilla Ice
Vanilla Ice
Producer

Lyrics

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 gang 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 Vega's are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point, no faking Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning 'em, if you ain't quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a high 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 Beach Front 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 are acting ill because they're full of eight ball Gunshots rang out like a bell I grabbed my nine all I heard was 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 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 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 SONGWRITERS VAN WINKLE, ROBERT/BROWN, FLOYD/JOHNSON, MARIO PUBLISHED BY LYRICS
Writer(s): David Bowie, Robert Matthew Van Winkle, Brian Harold May, Mario La Vell Johnson, Roger Meddows Taylor, Frederick Mercury, John Richard Deacon, Floyd Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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