| Yo, VIP
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| Let’s kick it
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| Ice Ice Baby
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| Ice Ice Baby
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| All right stop, collaborate and (Listen)
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| Ice is back with a brand new invention
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| Something grabs ahold of me tightly
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| 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, huh, 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 speakers 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
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| Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby
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| Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby
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| Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby
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| Now that the party is (Jumpin')
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| With the bass kicked in and the Vegas all (Pumpin')
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| Quick to the point, to the point no (Fakin')
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| Cooking MCs like a pound of (Bacon)
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| Burnin' 'em if you ain’t 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, 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, yo, so I continue to A1A (Beachfront Avenue)
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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 gettin' mine
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| Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
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| (Ready) for the chumps on the wall
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| The chumps acting ill because they’re 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, 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
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| Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby
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| Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby
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| Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby
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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
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| 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 DJ revolves it
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| Ice Ice Baby
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| Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby
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| Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby
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| Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby
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| Too cold, too cold
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| Ice Ice Ice Ice
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| Yo man, let’s get out of here
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| Word to your mother |