Vanilla - Ice Ice Baby (full lyrics) Yo VIP, let\u0027s kick it Ice, ice baby Ice, ice baby Alright stop, collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo, I don\u0027t know Turn off the lights, and I\u0027ll glow To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle Dance, go rush to the speaker that booms I\u0027m 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 gangway You better hit bull\u0027s eye, the kid don\u0027t play If there was a problem, yo, I\u0027ll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla Now that the party is jumping With the bass kicked in, and the Vegas are pumping Quick to the point, to the point, no faking Cooking MCs like a pound of bacon Burning them, if you ain\u0027t quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo I\u0027m on a roll, it\u0027s time to go solo Rollin\u0027 in my 5.0 With my rag-top down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby, waving just to say \u0022Hi\u0022 \u0022Did you stop?\u0022 No, I just drove by Kept on, pursuing to the next stop I busted a left, and I\u0027m heading to the next block The block was dead, yo So I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis Jealous, \u0027cause I\u0027m out getting mine Shay with a gauge, and Vanilla with a nine Ready for the chumps on the wall The chumps acting ill because they\u0027re full of eight ball Gunshots 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\u0027s packed I\u0027m 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\u0027ll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla Take heed \u0027cause I\u0027m a lyrical poet Miami\u0027s on the scene, just in case you didn\u0027t know it My town, that created all the bass sound Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground \u0027Cause my style\u0027s like a chemical spill Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept We make it hype, and you want to step With this, Shay plays on the fade Slice like a ninja, cut like a razor blade So fast, other DJs say \u0022Damn!\u0022 If my rhyme was a drug, I\u0027d sell it by the gram Keep my composure, when it\u0027s time to get loose Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice If there was a problem, yo, I\u0027ll solve it Check out the hook while D-Shay revolves it Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice Yo man, let\u0027s get out of here Word to your mother 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