Альбом Vanilla Ice

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Now everybody wants to have fame
But you'll pay the price if you're not playin' it by the game
Cuz this game is made up of a bunch of crazy rules
And fools get took if they're not playing by the rules
Now, the Ice is kickin' it, kickin' it kickin' it like a champ
But don't try to play me like some wet food stamp
They say that it was a fluke
cuz I used a fat loop
But here's the scoop, troop
The Ice is back to make it hoop
An' since it's 94, and now I'm back on the scene
Escapin from the hell of takin' it to the extreme
It's kind of strange, cuz people say you've changed...
But I never changed
Even though I got Fame
Yo, I'm still the same... Ugh!
Fame, I'm still the same person
I never ever switch, an' even if I'm rich
But now it's like an itch
Cuz I love the music
They say I do it for the money
LyricsAnd it's funny, clockin' all the honeys
The ones that used to dis - now they wanna kiss
Lookin' at what my troops got
Now they're getting their boots knocked
Damn it's a shame - do I love 'em
No I don't "G"
A couple of yeas ago, they didn't want me
Now I got these so called friends
It's down with the Ice
Cuz they know I'm makin' ends
But my real friends have been friends through the fame
An' since I have fame ain't a damn thing changed
Yo I'm still the same... Ugh!

And let me tell you about the pros and the cons
Fame only lasts if you keep droppin' them bombs
Now in the public eye - you know I'm havin' to admit it
You become a target for a whole lot of critics
Reporters stickin' to ya like white on rice
Now everywhere I go they wanna interview the Ice
Before every show it's like I'm steadily surrounded
By all of my fans and the media's houndin'
This is not a dis cuz I love all my fans
But the media doesn't really understand
They take what ya say, twist it around into lies
And the next thing ya know
A bunch of rumors start to fly
Then they try to make you out to be a straight liar
And next you'll be the front page of the National Enquirer
Oh what a price to pay to play this crazy game
You betta' be prepared if you ever reach fame
Yo, I'm still the same... Ugh!

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Here it is a dope hit
Iceman comin' with the dope hit
Cuz a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast them in the head
Till they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics, might be simplistic, but I'm no simp
On the strip cuz I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinkin in my quicksand
Vanilla Ice vocal hit man
Got the number 3 in my crosses sittin' on the rooftop
Pop-pop-pop
Pop goes the weasel was a big fla-flop-flop
The brothers didn't like your record
Cuz it wasn't hip-hop-hop
But this ain't a dis, cuz you sold gold
Still I made a killin'
Cuz it ain't even a tenth of eleven million
Givin' my rhyme spice, while my DJ's on the slice
Vanilla Ice is back on the map with the wrath
Of The Iceman
LyricsIce, Ice, Man...the wrath of the Ice Man

I'm the Ice, the Iceman but I'm no superhero
So baby just cut that zero
I'm gettin tired of those punks gettin jealous
Trying to say that I might be another Elvis
Forget that I'm Vanilla, the funky rhyme killa
The dope song deala, ready to pilla
Cap of a wack MC, there's no wack in me
And big dollars is all I'm stackin' G
So give a boost to the volume
I got the funky-funky sounds to make the cars boom
So step back and give me room as I consume the others
The Iceman is bringin' doom to the suckers
Yes for the lovers of hip-hop
And for my foes they get popped
You shouldn't step to the man
When I'm swingin like Tyson
Yo, punk this is the wrath of the Iceman

Now I'm on everybody's hit list, so they're gonna get dissed
Now they're on my hit list
It's like that cause I'm the mizzak I carry my strizap
To bust a kizap, don't try to jizak me
Cuz my life is like hecktic, when I made a record
Now I'm gettin hounded every second
See I'm like the one they love to hate
So I made this album much harder to set the stupid critics straight
And I'm still droppin bombs
You know the rap worlds a battle field in Vietnam
And I'm creepin like a sniper
Takin' out the suckers with an album that is funkier and hyper
The type of street stuff I like listenin' to
Funky bass and breaks to make your speakers shake
Earthquake breaks the richter scale
Check out the aftermath
Yo, this the wrath of the Iceman

Ice, Ice, Man...the wrath of the Ice Man

Roll 'em up, roll up the hooty mac, roll 'em up
Roll 'em up, roll 'em up, roll 'em up...
I need some herbs and spices
So I can feel nices
The breeze, coolin like a summertree
Cuz it's the I-C-E and you know I got the feel it
I score it, and I ain't gotta steal it
So bring on the sack that's phat
Ya know
I love my is izm and the 1.5
Cuz I get 'em
Everytime I get a little hit of tha hummm
The skunk and the funk feels good to my lungs
Fire, fire, the izm is my desire
And I need to get it quick cause it's callin me
Come and roll me up please I-C-E
Light the hooty mac so we can start the party
You know I smoke good stuff so go and get the bong
Bong - diddlee bong, once again you know it's on - huh
You feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it
Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it
Lyrics
You see everytime I wake up I got to clear my head
But I clear it with cess cause it goes with my dreds
And I can't stand to run out cause if you do I get illy
Never get silly, so pass me the philly
Blunt, and no I don't front like Zero
Who wears a chronic hat but always says no
But I say yes, and I get it off my chest
Bring the bo, bring the skunk, and I hit the phunky cess
Check it, you ain't gotta test it
It's the mad bomb and I've already blessed it
Checka 1-2, and tell me how ya do
When you hear the dirty budda when the buzz comes through
I ain't tryin to front cause I'm gettin' what I want
Take a chunk of phunk, leave the sack in my trunk
Yeah, you feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it
Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it

Roll 'em up the hooty mac, that what I said
Now tell me how you feelin'
Don't it feel good enough to jump and touch the ceiling
It's on, It's on, I feel it comin on
It's good to the bone cause the buzz is real strong
Even though I can not stand it, but I recommend it
Especially when ya sick with that cold, so spend it
You know that twenty dollars that you've saved
Throughout the week
If you're a non smoker, then please don't try to speak
The plan, the plan, ya know I've got a plan
Squirrels go the goods, now tell me who's the man
But not really the man that you call when you want it
Ya know I stay legit and I've got to stay up on it
On and on, you give me a Ho...
And me what I want to do, then I'll let you know
You feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it
Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it

Here comes the lyrical breakdown
Move out the way punk and take a seat clown
It's the Ice Man slicin', dicin'
Hittin' like Tyson
So listen to the rhythm I givin' em
My lyrics got the impact of a Mac truck
When I'm sendin 'em
Yo, my funky rhymes flow
Kickin it like psycho
And I'm exploding like nitro-glis
Coming like a hurricane bliss
Straight sacking the track like a quarterback
My man Zero is back with a killer slice
I'm blowin' up the mic
Ya damn right, Vanilla Ice
With twice the punch
I put the crunch on Marky
And take the funky out of his bunch
I hit the home run
You got to third base, son
I'm in first place
LyricsTake a seat clown for the beatdown
Uh, tonight's the night of the big fight
With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights
Ready to swing it like a Louisville slugger
Right at the head of a sucka
Crack home run
How did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? Uh!
I tried to make your head ring like a church bell
I put it on ya hard
I'll make ya hurt well
Cuz you fell into my booby traps
No more good vibrations
I'm tired of your boots raps
So I eat ya like scooby snacks
And maybe roll you like a zig zag
Or smoke you like a hootie mac
You did what I did
So you're gonna lose kid
Cuz to me you're still a new kid on the block
Get off my jock
Get off my diznok
Before you get dropped
For the beatdown

Yeah, this is the last verse
Should I say the last round
And it's time I knock out another class clown
Sit down and take notes
As Vanilla kicks ballistics with dope lyrics
Oh what a pity, though
Cuz ya had to spend three million dollars on your video
It was a good video and I can admit that
All that money's wasted cuz your songs wacked
I make stuff to make the people gather
And let 'em see us in a pit
I wanna slam dance with ya Hammer
Now can I kick it, of course I can
Yo, you will get burned out, then turned out
I'm gonna keep comin strong, song after song
Ya thought I'd fade, well ya dead wrong
I'm the imperial threat for this sound fools
Ha ha, here comes the lyrical beatdown

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Now and forever (x4)
I need a woman that's sexy
Straight up and erotic
I gotta have her
Yes a beautiful sex goddess
The kind of girl who rocks my world
Doin' those crazy things
With whipped cream an' ice cream
And everything from grapes to honey
And if you ask me
I want her for 9 1/2 weeks money
Straight stranded on a beach "G"
While she climbs up and down
This tall coconut tree
And doin' wild things with
Her tongue and lips
And her thighs, includin' them hips
She comes equipped to lead
The I.C.E. stuck, the kind of woman who
Can make my volcano erupt

LyricsNow and Forever (x4)...I gotta have it (x4)

I need a woman that drives me crazy
When I look at her
And make the Ice Man melt
When I look at her
Yeah, she's the one to make Vanilla's blood boil
Open up that hood
And let me check that oil
I got the right dip stick for the job honey
Watch me swing, while you're dancin' in your G-string
And let me pull up to your bumpa
And if your battery is dead
I'll pull my cable out and jump ya'
Pump ya' with the juice
To keep the engine runnin'
Oh yes, you've got the body work
To keep the Ice man comin'
Again and again
In any type of weather, Baby
I need you - now, Now and Forever

Now and Forever (x4)...I gotta have it (x4)

I'm the type of man that
likes to get it off
I'll pour some champagne all
Over your body, and then I'll lick it off
Uh an' I have to tell you somthin'
I want to kiss your neck
And take my tongue around your belly button
I need a woman not a hooka
To take rides on my love boat
Yes, my 53 footer
So let's sink in my hot tub or jacuzzi
And do those crazy wild things
That amuse me
Oh yes baby, I'll be your sex slave
And with my head gear on
I wanna go and explore your cave
See you can make the Ice cream
Come here girl, and take a lick of this ice cream

Now and Forever (x4)..I gotta have it (x4)

Get on down to the sound and a good rhyme
With a song that should climb
Yo straight to the top with a bullet on the charts again
Another #1 hit to deal with
I gotta fist full of junkies of hip hop sucka's
That get in the way have to get dropped
Forget pop goes the weasel cuz I ran over them punks
Like a mac truck diesel
An' I'm playin' all the ladies
And I know not a sucker can fade me
So watch me get buck wild
Yo and just pump the crowd and everybody say

Ain't no party like an Ice Man party

Now gettin' back to the track with the bass - uh!
Watch it unfold in your face
I waste no time makin your body move
Makin' this party groove, Yo
This is somethin' real funky to dance to
Bringin' ya more raps to keep the dance floor packed
LyricsSo get off the bozak
An' like Cool J said don't call it a come back
One track made a killin'
An' my first LP went way over 11 million
So don't front cuz I know you were an Ice Fan
So get down with the Ice Man

Everybody thought that the Ice was gonna fade out
But you was wrong cuz I never get played out
An' that's straight up reality
I wanna say what's up to my homies in Miami
An' to Dallas all across the United States
An' everybody who bought Vanilla Ice tapes
An' everybody overseas, my man -
All of Europe, Australia, and Japan
No matter where you reside
I'm in every record store
Cuz The Ice is like world wide
Come on and catch the vibe
Cuz the sky's the limit
An' I'll never quit makin' hits
So get on down with the program
Folks it's 92 an' I'm back and it's no joke -
So you know the Ice won't steer you wrong
Now everybody just sing along

Oh My Gosh (x6)
Hey you check it I think it's time
To wreck it
So here I go again with the stuff
So let's test it.
Cool like tha ice Vanilla here's the flava
Freezin' up tha mic to hit ya with
Somethin you can savor
No slippin' nor stonin' gettin' straight
To tha point
Hit tha mad izm and light another joint
Tha easy like style is what I kick when
I'm kickin' no trippin' I'm splittin'
So get a good whiff and get with tha style
That I'm using no guessin'
So here's a quick lesson I got my Smith & Wesson
Listen up close and there will be no confusion
Now you're addicted to mentally abuse it
Word to tha mutha, I'm here to tear it up
And if ya can't get with it, I don't give a
So run and tell ya crew and tell 'em ICE is
LyricsNear this here is for tha people the ICE is
Rated lethal.

Here I come with tha nine in my hand
It's time to wreck shop now tell me who's
The man
Just like Ali I'm tha thrilla in Manilla
Tearin' stuff up like my man Godzilla
Makin' tha suckers drop when ya steppin'
To my zone, comin' straight up like my man
Al Capone
You try to cross me up I'll jump you like
You was a checker
And like jerry Rice I'm into breakin' all records
Rollin' with my crew firm up a blunt
My hands on tha pump bust you on beachfront
In case you forgot I'm here to remind you
I'm chiller, chiller than the ice on Vanilla
Word, word to tha herb as you heard
I'm hittin' 3 pointers just like Larry Bird
You can't touch this, welcome to tha hit list
Try to play me out, you catch a big fist quick
Pop in ya eye, don't try to ask me why
Cause it's like that fool ya hangin' with tha ICE
Cause it's cool and like I said this here's for
Tha people tha ICE is rated lethal

It goes a 1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha 4
The ICE be tha leader, so open up tha door
Check it out, cuz what I'm all about is gettin'
Mad paid, cuz the green is real sticky
My stuff is kinda tricky, so listen up close
And when ya ask tha ladies they love tha ICE
Tha most
So open up ya car and look inside here
And keep ya self in line you and please don't
Stare
Cuz cool is how I'm coolin' and there just
Isn't nuttin' to it
Don't ask me no questions, cuz you already knew
Now get with tha program and listen to tha style
So lend me an ear so I can get buck wild
Ya girly can't resist it so chill while I kick it
So bur a hootie mac so go ahead and twist it
My records on tha table, I'm droppin' it on tha needle
This here is for tha people that ICE is
Rated lethal

Crank it up, yo, and let me hear that system bump
Cuz with this here I gotta get over the hump
And you know what that means (that means)
Kickin' out funky rhymes "G" (rhymes "G")
I got the funky rhymes that'll please (that'll please)
And my jams break overseas (overseas)
So when I come to town be prepared to be hyped up
Cuz when the mic's turned on I get psyched up (psyched up)
The V.I.P. gets it started with intro
Bustin' smooth moves on top of instrumental
Turn up the beats in the Jeeps louder
Here we go y'all - with minutes of power
Minutes of power

Minutes of power
When I step to the mic - bro
Vanilla Ice does it right
And what I'm sayin' is - Yo!
Ya suckers frontin' what ya wantin' is for me to fade
Thought I was outta here fools
I ain't goin' away
LyricsBack with the track that will keep my bank fat
HA! Vanilla's got the flavor for the funky format
An' if you're not givin' up the credit I seek -
VIP's in the house and they're ready to creep
Now whatcha gonna do when my boys are on you?
You know a hard head makes for a soft shoe
So turn it up for the passengers - LOUDER!
It's Vanilla Killa with Minutes of Power

Walk through the smoke on the stage
And the girls scream
Ice gets em hot, then they melt like ice cream
Flowin' with the swiftness
Kickin' it with the quickness
Fella's gettin jealous cuz their girlies want a quick kiss
When I'm rolllin' around in my 5.0 drop top
Turning up the sounds
Cuz I wanna bump the hip hop
People gettin' mad cuz they hear the big bass hit
I turn it up more just to letcha know I won't quit
Ice has got it locked down and there's no stoppin' it
When I hear a track like this
You know that I'll be rocking it
Sounds so sweet, it could never be sour
Here we go y'all with the
Minutes of power

Now's the time for the Ice to let a rhyme rip
Loadin' up my lyrics with a 9 double M clip
Shootin' all enemies, you're not even a friend of me
I ain't Spike Lee so I do the wrong thing "G"
So down with Luther Campbell OH NO.
I don't think so
Travel state to state and and the Ice man rips shows
Steppin' in my path and you might get broken
I got it goin' on and you know I ain't jokin'
Power every hour and the Ice keeps risin'
Sellin' out arenas so don't look surprised
When Vanilla shows up and the place explodes
And if ya missed it - catch the next episode
Gather up your troops
Rush 'em to the record store -
And pick up the new LP from the Ice Man
So let the funk flow louda'
And let me hit cha - hit cha - hit cha
With the, with the

Minutes (x3) Minutes of Power

I remember way back when
Lookin' for the right girl to be my friend
I searched and searched but still never came up
On the right one who would be mine and the only one
Luck never came my way
And all I ever came up with is a broken heart ya see
I couldn't stand to be alone why my boys
Straight kick it with the betties while I sat by the telephone
Everytime I hear it rang it wasn't who I want it to be
It was just the same ol' thing, another day another
Heartache
No pain, no gain, just lookin' for a good thing
Momma used to say don't look for love
Just let it come around and surely one day it'll be found
Ya see I'm kinda like 2 Pac, when I get around
But the ICE goes down

I go down, I go down, I go down baby, I go down
I go down, I go down baby doll, I go down

Step up if ya think ya out there
LyricsI know it's gotta be a tender
Who'll remember Ice somewhere
That's only if you're ready for a REAL ONE
I need a tender and yeah I gotta FEEL ONE
I wanna tease and please and do it all with ease
But ya gotta be right and all that
There when I need ya perfect like Kodak
Picture perfect body like an hour glass figure
Cool in tha head and I gotta dig her
The type that never says no
Cuz she's down to the fullest
Cool like the wind blows
And I ain't trying to search and find
I guess it's true when they say
That love is blind
You see I'm kinda like 2 Pac, when I get around
But the ICE goes down

Now I'm on tour and got the past behind me
But I need something to remind me
Of the days when I played the kissing game
But now things changed and no I ain't the same
I made a come up, and now they run up
They all scream I'm the one, that wants to give the luv up
But ICE ain't got no time for games
I need a real love, like Mary J. Blige know what I sayin
But the odds are still against me, I'm making paper
And still need that one, that wants to be with me
And not for the money, nor the fame, but for me
One who can give me that security
So if you're out there this one's for you
You'll be down with me, then maybe I'll be true
You see I'm kinda like 2 Pac, when I get around
But the ICE goes down

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I draw my rhymes like a bow
Shoot 'em out like an arrow
Swooping on suckers like an eagle not a sparrow
I'm walkin' a wide path
I never ever walk it narrow
Steppin' on stage with funky hip hop apparel
I got the funky rhymes
Sometimes they leave ya scared bro
It's like lookin' down a shotgun barrel
Pump up the sounds to the max
As if ya dare yo, My groove is dope
An' I hope that you're prepared so
Give it up Smooth cuz the ICE is got it sewed up
The bum rush is on, an' Vanilla's gonna blow up
Dead in your grill - Loc
I'm kickin' it real fly - Hops
This is how it's done homies
An' ya know I got funky rhymes
I got the rhymes that's pumpin'
Keeps the jeeps bumpin'
Sounds that's thumpin'
LyricsWomen wanna jump in
I ride down many streets
Rockin' all the big beats
My album's on the top
With a bullet for many weeks
This is how it's done - see
Doin' it for my fans G
Doin' it for Dallas an' everybody in Miami
Thought I was down with Luke
No but here's the scoop
You make all your loot -
But ya can't even pay your group
Well man that's straight whacked!
In fact, I hate that
Watch yourself cuz ya might get paid back
All this funky dope stuff
I'm kickin' it real fly - Hops
This is how it's done homies
An' ya know I got funky rhymes

Coolin in the shade
Sippin on lemonade
I hear a knock on the door Who is it?
Kim, comin' to pay me another visit
She tells me that I'm on her mind
And a player like me is very hard to find
I like the way she licks her lips starin' in my eyes
I must admit she's got some juicy thighs
I like the way she wears her hair and the tight skirts fit
That's why I got her in my mix
All she wants to do is hit the sheets and keep it goin'
That's why I'm mind blowin.
Mind Blowin, blowin my mind... [X4]

Ten minutes past, I got my eyes on her Ugh...
She's shaped like an hour glass
I like the red lipstick, she took a popsicle out
And put it in her mouth quick
She whispered in my ear, saying those things that only
A mac would like to hear
You see, I like a girl that really turns me on
LyricsTwist with her walk, and sexy on the telephone
She tells me she dreams of me, she wants to be with me
And not another memory
But for now we can hit the sheets baby
And keep it goin' now I'm mind blowin

Mind Blowin, blowin my mind... [X4]

Now the heat is on my fingers still in her hair
Now she's reaching for the underwear
I'm thinking I should make her wait
For another day, oh I forget, Sherri's on the way
Off came the top, she's looking in my eyes
Here we go with the big surprise
I guess I can't resist it, her hands on my body
As she puckered up and kissed
Uhhh, off came the pumps, I'm checkin' out the rump
She's got a lotta junk in her trunk
Finally we hit the sheets, and kept it goin'
Now I'm mind blowin'

Mind Blowin, blowin my mind... [X4]

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Get Loose
Vanilla Ice is here with the juice
No use for steppin' so give the bass a boost
Produced by the three man crew
Not a deuce just a hit man
Keepin' rappers necks in a noose
I'm gettin' juiced up
But Vanilla's not souped up
Check out the read dope track that I looped up
All you pool but sucka's plain' the back in fact black
If you run up I'll flip you like a flapjack
An' roll you up like a knap pack
Crack that skull with bat
You should've known you're rap's whacked
You lack the style and skill to even get paid
Grab the mic and you will verbally get slayed
I raid the track like a terrorist
And with my napalm bomb lyrics
I got 'em scared of this
So be prepared to be taken to the Twilight Zone
And the VIP is bad to the bone
LyricsAin't no way against me you can get juice
Ain't no way against me you can get juice
Ain't no way against me you can get juice
Back off the stage
An' watch Vanilla Ice get loose
Get Loose...all the ladies, Get Loose...all the fellas, Get
Loose...all the brothers, Get Loose...all the mothers, Get
Loose...all the sisters, Get Loose...now the dogs, Get
Loose...Everybody, here we go, here we go

Get loose as I boost the juice
Once more for the people who wanted it
An' didn't know what's in store
I've got another big hit
Of course a Vanilla rides the groove like a Gemballa Porsche
I got Zero on the cut like a lumberjack better yet a butcher
Guaranteed to putcha in the right mood
We make ya dance in a frenzy
Sucka's gettin' mad cuz I'm getting all the Skins "G"
Plus I'm makin' all the ends "G"
And the women wanna ride my pickle like it was a bicycle
Or just lick it like a popsicle
I got a little time to waste so baby put it in my face
I wanna taste you netcha and I bet-cha
I get-cha, right where I wan-cha
And I'm about to let-cha have it
I'm talking about my carrot, you're the bunny rabbit
Here it is baby doll, honey, grab it
Open up so I can have it
Ooh...we do like BBD and do me baby
You're the lady who makes
Me looney screamin' Ice Ice Baby
Straight knockin' the boots just cuz I'm a superstar
And she knows this that's why I do her far
Or should I say long, if you know what I mean
I'm talking about my Ice cream - yea
I make the girls scream, as I give up the juice
Vanilla Ice is here, to make the girls get loose...