| Yo VIP, let's kick it
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| Ice ice baby
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| Ice ice baby
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| Alright 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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| 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 go 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 gangway
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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
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| Ice ice baby Vanilla
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| Ice ice baby Vanilla
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| Ice ice baby Vanilla
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| Now that the party is jumping
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| With the bass kicked in and the Vegas are pumping
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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 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 and it's time to go solo
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| Rollin' in my 5.0
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| With my rag-top 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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| The block was dead
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| Yo so I continued 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 getting 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 ball
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| Gunshots rang 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 Vanilla
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| Ice ice baby Vanilla
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| Ice ice baby Vanilla
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| 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
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| With this. |
| Shay plays on the fade
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| Slice like a ninja, cut like a razor blade
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| 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 D-Shay revolves it
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| Ice ice baby Vanilla
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| Ice ice baby Vanilla
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| Ice ice baby Vanilla
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| Ice ice baby Vanilla
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| Yo man, let's get out of here
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| Word to your mother
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| Ice ice baby, too cold
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| Ice ice baby, too cold too cold
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| Ice ice baby, too cold too cold
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| Ice ice baby, too cold too cold |