Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vanilla Ice
Vanilla Ice
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ROBBIE VAN WINKLE (P/K/A VANILLA ICE)
ROBBIE VAN WINKLE (P/K/A VANILLA ICE)
Songwriter
Earthquake
Earthquake
Songwriter
M. Smooth
M. Smooth
Songwriter
David Bowie
David Bowie
Songwriter
Brian May
Brian May
Songwriter
Freddie Mercury
Freddie Mercury
Songwriter
Roger Taylor
Roger Taylor
Songwriter
John Deacon
John Deacon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vanilla Ice
Vanilla Ice
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, VIP
Let's kick it
[Verse 1]
Ice, ice, baby
Ice, ice, baby
[Verse 2]
Alright, stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Somethin' 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
[Verse 3]
Dance, go rush the speaker that booms
I'm killin' 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 gangway
You better hit bullseye, the kid don't play
If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
[Verse 4]
Ice, ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, ice, baby
Vanilla
[Verse 5]
Now that the party is jumpin'
With the bass kicked in and the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point, no fakin'
Cookin' emcees like a pound of bacon
Burnin' 'em, if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo
[Verse 6]
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby, wavin' just to say hi (Did you stop?)
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuin' through the next stop
I busted left and now I'm headin' to the next block
The block was dead, yo
So I continued to A1A
Beachfront Avenue
[Verse 7]
Girls were hot, wearin' less than bikinis
Rockman lovers drivin' Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out gettin' mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps are actin' ill because they're full of eight ball
Gunshots raged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine, all I heard were shells
[Verse 8]
Fallin' on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper, the avenue's packed
I'm tryin' 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
[Verse 9]
Ice, ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, ice, baby
Vanilla
[Verse 10]
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 wanna step with this
[Verse 11]
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 Deshay revolves it
[Verse 12]
Ice, ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, ice, baby
Vanilla Ice, ice, baby
Vanilla Ice
[Verse 13]
Yo, man, let's get out of here
Word to your mother
[Verse 14]
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)
Written by: Brian May, David Bowie, Floyd Brown, Freddie Mercury, John Deacon, Johnson Mario La Vell, Mario Johnson, Robert van Winkle, Roger Taylor
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