Top Songs By Glee Cast
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Glee Cast
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Bowie
Songwriter
Floyd Brown
Songwriter
John Deacon
Songwriter
Roger Taylor
Songwriter
Robert van Winkle
Songwriter
Freddie Mercury
Songwriter
Mario Johnson
Songwriter
Brian May
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Anders
Recording Engineer
Peer Astrom
Producer
Ryan Murphy
Producer
Ryan Petersen
Recording Engineer
Tim Davis
Additional Producer
Dominick Maita
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo VIP, let's kick it
Ice, ice baby
Ice, ice baby
[Verse 2]
Alright stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with a brand new invention
Something 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, bum rush a speaker that booms
I'm killing 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 gain way
You better hit the bull's eye, 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
[Verse 5]
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in everything is all pumping
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a high hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo
Rollin in my five point oh
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waving just to say hi
Did you stop, no I just drove by
Kept on, pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm headed to the next block
That block was dead yo
So I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
[Verse 6]
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mind
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill cause they're full of eight balls
Gun shots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue is packed
I'm trying 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 7]
Vanilla ice, ice baby
Vanilla ice, ice baby
Vanilla ice, ice baby
Vanilla ice, ice baby
[Verse 8]
Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
I'm always on the scene just in case you did't know it
My town, that created all the base sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you vision and feel
Conducted and formed, that's a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you wanna step with this
Shay plays on the fade
Sliced 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 my DJ revolves it
[Verse 9]
Ice, ice baby
Vanilla ice, ice baby
Vanilla ice, ice baby
Vanilla 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