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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 balls
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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
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Ice Ice Baby
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| Vanilla Ice |
