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Vanilla Ice

Genres: Pop

Livin Lyrics - Vanilla Ice

Here it is, a dope hit 

Iceman comin with a dope hit 

Cause a few suckers need their throats slit 

Jealous cause I went multi-platinum 

Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead with my magnum 

Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp 

On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it 

Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand 

Vanilla ice, vocal hitman 

Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop 

Bop bop bop 

And you fools drop, (scratching over "pop goes the weasel" 

Was a big fl-fl-flop flop 

Brother's didn't like your record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop 

But this ain't a dis `cause you sold gold 

Still, I made a killin and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million 

Given my rhyming spice while my djs on the slice 

Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the ice king 

 

No one will stop me 

No one will stop me 

No one will stop me 

No one will stop me 

No one will stop me 

No one will stop me 

 

Chorus 

Why is that I disperse 

Why does God shun 

Why does my man try to run my actions 

Why is that I disperse 

Why does God shun 

Why does my man try to run my actions 

It's my living condition 

It's my living condition 

It's my living condition 

It's my living condition 

 

Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect 

Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your neck 

Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on 

I rock records, every record at random 

Flyin heads, as the heads get full 

Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn 

To my tomb 

I'm wicked as a witch on a broom stick 

I smash bricks with one lick 

 

Chorus 

 

No one will stop me 

No one will stop me 

No one will stop me 

 

You don't get a second chance 

Cause and tremors bring the scales in hand 

Call the cops, the paramedics, the man's down 

You wanna rock my bell so I broke them down 

My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip 

And you ain't nothing but my itty-bitty target 

And as I walk through the valley of sin 

I walk with all you - my friends 

 

Produced by ross robinson