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Roll em Up

Written by: vanilla ice, zero, rod johnson, darryl delite
Allamby
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero.
Published by: ice baby music, dj zero music, bmi
Mix by: vanilla ice
Lead guitar: andy timmons
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
Roll em up roll up the hooty mac, rollem up
Rol em up, rollem up rollem up.....
I need some herbs and spices,
So I can feel nices,
The breeze, coolin like a summertree.
Cuz its the i-c-e and you know I got the feel it.
I score it, and I aint gotta steal it.
So brang on the sack thats phat,
Ya know
I love my is izm and the 1.5,
Cuz I get em.
Everytime I get a little hit of tha hummm
The skunk, and the funk feels good to my lungs.
Fire, fire, the izm is my desire,
And I need to get it quick cause its callin me.
Come and roll me up please i-c-e,
Light the hooty mac, so we can start the par-ty.
You know I smoke good stuff, so go and get the bong,
Gong - diddlee bong, once again you know its on - huh,
You feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it
Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it.
You see everytime I wake up, I got to clear my head,
But I clear it with ? ess, cause it goes with my dreds.
And I cant stand to run out, cause if you do I get illy,
Never get silly, so pass me the philly.
Blunt, and no I dnt front like zero,
Who wears a chronic hat but always says no,
But I say yes, and I get it off my chest.
Bring the bo, bring the skunk, and I hit the phunky ? ess,
Check it, you aint gotta test it,
Its the mad bomb and Ive already blessed it.
Checka 1-2, and tell me how ya do,
When you hear the dirty budda when the buzz comes through.
I aint tryin to front, cause Im gettin what I want.
Take a chunk of phunk, leave the sack in my trunk.
Yeh, you feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it
Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it.
Roll em up the hooty mac, that what I said
Now tell me how you feelin.
Dont it feel good enought to jump and touch the ceiling.
Its on, its on, I feel it comin on.
Its good to the bone, cause the buzz is real strong.

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song performed by Vanilla Ice
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Lord Robert

Tall and young and light of tongue,
Gallantly riding by wood and lea,
He was ware of a maiden fair
And turned and whispered, 'Remember me.'
(Oh Lord Robert, Lord Robert, Lord Robert,
Oh Lord Robert, 'tis I, 'tis I;
Under their feet where the cross-roads meet
Dost thou think I can lie and lie,
Lord Robert, Lord Robert, Lord Robert?)

Day by day she walks that way
Never hoping by wood or lea
To be ware of the stranger gay
Who turned and whispered, 'Remember me.'
(Oh Lord Robert, Lord Robert, Lord Robert,
Oh Lord Robert, 'tis I, 'tis I;
Under their feet where the cross-roads meet
Dost thou think I can lie and lie,
Lord Robert, Lord Robert, Lord Robert?

Chance for chance he rides that way,
And again by wood or by lea
He was ware of the maiden fair,
And again he whispered, 'Remember me.'
(Oh Lord Robert, Lord Robert, Lord Robert,
Oh Lord Robert, 'tis I, 'tis I;
Under their feet where the cross-roads meet
Dost thou think I can lie and lie,
Lord Robert, Lord Robert, Lord Robert?)

Chance for chance that way rode he,
And again where he was ware,
Debonnair to that maiden fair
He turned and said, 'You remember me.'
(Oh Lord Robert, Lord Robert, Lord Robert,
Oh Lord Robert, 'tis I, 'tis I;
Under their feet where the cross-roads meet
Dost thou think I can lie and lie,
Lord Robert, Lord Robert, Lord Robert?)

Chance for chance on a summer-day,
Meeting her still by wood and lea,
He leaped gay from his gallant grey
And said, 'I see you remember me.'
(Oh Lord Robert, Lord Robert, Lord Robert,
Oh Lord Robert, 'tis I, 'tis I;

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poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Hitem Hard

Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, darryl delite
Allamby, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Keyboards: darryl delite allamby
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
Here comes the lyrical breakdown,
Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown,
Its the ice man slicin, dicin.
Hittin like tyson.
So listen to the rhythm I givin em,
My lyrics got the impact of a mac truck
When Im sendin em
Yo, my funky rhymes flow,
Kickin it like psycho
And Im exploding like nitro-glis,
Coming like a hurricane bliss,
Straight sacking the track like a quarterback
My man zero is back with a killer slice,
Im blowin up the mic,
Ya damn right, vanilla ice
With twice the punch,
I put the crunch on marky
And take the funky out of his bunch.
I hit the home run
You got to third base, son.
Im in first place,
Take a seat clown for the beatdown.
Uh, tonights the night of the big fight,
With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights.
Ready to swing it like a louisville slugger,
Right at the head of a sucka,
Crack home run.
How did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? uh!
I tried to make your head ring like a church bell.
I put it on ya hard
Ill make ya hurt well,
Cuz you fell into my booby traps
No more good vibrations,
Im tired of your boots raps,
So I eat ya like scooby snacks,
An maybe roll you like a zig zag
Or smoke you like a hootie mac,
You did what I did,
So youre gonna lose kid,
Cuz to me youre still a new kid on the block

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Hitem Hard

Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, darryl delite
Allamby, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Keyboards: darryl delite allamby
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
Here comes the lyrical breakdown,
Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown,
Its the ice man slicin, dicin.
Hittin like tyson.
So listen to the rhythm I givin em,
My lyrics got the impact of a mac truck
When Im sendin em
Yo, my funky rhymes flow,
Kickin it like psycho
And Im exploding like nitro-glis,
Coming like a hurricane bliss,
Straight sacking the track like a quarterback
My man zero is back with a killer slice,
Im blowin up the mic,
Ya damn right, vanilla ice
With twice the punch,
I put the crunch on marky
And take the funky out of his bunch.
I hit the home run
You got to third base, son.
Im in first place,
Take a seat clown for the beatdown.
Uh, tonights the night of the big fight,
With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights.
Ready to swing it like a louisville slugger,
Right at the head of a sucka,
Crack home run.
How did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? uh!
I tried to make your head ring like a church bell.
I put it on ya hard
Ill make ya hurt well,
Cuz you fell into my booby traps
No more good vibrations,
Im tired of your boots raps,
So I eat ya like scooby snacks,
An maybe roll you like a zig zag
Or smoke you like a hootie mac,
You did what I did,
So youre gonna lose kid,
Cuz to me youre still a new kid on the block

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song performed by Vanilla Ice
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Ice Ice Baby

(vanilla ice, earthquake, m. smooth)
Yo, vip, lets kick it!
Ice ice baby, ice ice baby
All right stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? yo -- I dont know
Turn off the lights and Ill glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.
Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms
Im 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 bulls eye, the kid dont play
If there was a problem, yo, Ill 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, the vegas are pumpin
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
Im cooking mcs like a pound of bacon
Burning them if theyre not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
Im on a roll and its time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
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 busted a left and Im heading to the next block
That block was dead
Yo -- so I continued to a1a beachfront ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving lamborghinis
Jealous cause Im out geting mine
Shay with a gauge and vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because theyre so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged 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 avenues packed
Im trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene, you know what I mean

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Ice Ice Baby

(vanilla ice, earthquake, m. smooth)
Yo, vip, lets kick it!
Ice ice baby, ice ice baby
All right stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? yo -- I dont know
Turn off the lights and Ill glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.
Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms
Im 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 bulls eye, the kid dont play
If there was a problem, yo, Ill 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, the vegas are pumpin
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
Im cooking mcs like a pound of bacon
Burning them if theyre not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
Im on a roll and its time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
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 busted a left and Im heading to the next block
That block was dead
Yo -- so I continued to a1a beachfront ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving lamborghinis
Jealous cause Im out geting mine
Shay with a gauge and vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because theyre so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged 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 avenues packed
Im trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene, you know what I mean

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song performed by Vanilla Ice
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Healthy Back Bag

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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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Roll em Up

Written by: vanilla ice, zero, rod johnson, darryl delite
Allamby
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero.
Published by: ice baby music, dj zero music, bmi
Mix by: vanilla ice
Lead guitar: andy timmons
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
Roll em up roll up the hooty mac, rollem up
Rol em up, rollem up rollem up.....
I need some herbs and spices,
So I can feel nices,
The breeze, coolin like a summertree.
Cuz its the i-c-e and you know I got the feel it.
I score it, and I aint gotta steal it.
So brang on the sack thats phat,
Ya know
I love my is izm and the 1.5,
Cuz I get em.
Everytime I get a little hit of tha hummm
The skunk, and the funk feels good to my lungs.
Fire, fire, the izm is my desire,
And I need to get it quick cause its callin me.
Come and roll me up please i-c-e,
Light the hooty mac, so we can start the par-ty.
You know I smoke good stuff, so go and get the bong,
Gong - diddlee bong, once again you know its on - huh,
You feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it
Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it.
You see everytime I wake up, I got to clear my head,
But I clear it with ? ess, cause it goes with my dreds.
And I cant stand to run out, cause if you do I get illy,
Never get silly, so pass me the philly.
Blunt, and no I dnt front like zero,
Who wears a chronic hat but always says no,
But I say yes, and I get it off my chest.
Bring the bo, bring the skunk, and I hit the phunky ? ess,
Check it, you aint gotta test it,
Its the mad bomb and Ive already blessed it.
Checka 1-2, and tell me how ya do,
When you hear the dirty budda when the buzz comes through.
I aint tryin to front, cause Im gettin what I want.
Take a chunk of phunk, leave the sack in my trunk.
Yeh, you feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it
Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it.
Roll em up the hooty mac, that what I said
Now tell me how you feelin.
Dont it feel good enought to jump and touch the ceiling.
Its on, its on, I feel it comin on.
Its good to the bone, cause the buzz is real strong.

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song performed by Vanilla Ice
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This Friendly World

R.E.M., Andy, Tony---This Friendly World
ANDY: Hi, Michael.
MICHAEL: Hi, Andy. Thanks for joining us. Do you
wanna ... you wanna sing a song together?
ANDY: Sure! Is it a sweet song?
MICHAEL: Yeah, it's real sweet.
ANDY: O.K.!
[They laugh.]
MICHAEL:
In this friendly, friendly world
With each day so full of joy
Why should any heart be lonely?
ANDY: My turn!
In this friendly, friendly world
With each night so full of dreams
Why should any heart be afraid?
The world is ...
MICHAEL ANDY:
... such a wonderful place
To wander through
When you've got someone you love
MICHAEL:
To wander along with you
ANDY: O.K., now take every second word! With ...
MICHAEL: ... the ...
ANDY: ... sky ...
MICHAEL: ... so ...
ANDY: ... full ...
MICHAEL: ... of ...
ANDY: ... stars
MICHAEL: And ...
ANDY: ... the ...
MICHAEL: ... river ...
ANDY: ... so ...
MICHAEL: ... full ...
ANDY: ... of ...
MICHAEL: ... song, Every ...
ANDY: ... heart ...
MICHAEL: ... should ...
ANDY: ... be ...
MICHAEL: ... so ...
ANDY: ... thankful
It's a friendly world! Don't you think so, Michael?
MICHAEL: Yup!
TONY: Oh yeah?! What's so friendly about it?!!
This is Tony Clifton, and, and I demand a part in
this song! I'm just as big a part of the movie as
these guys are! And, and I will not sit back while
some sought-after Colonel Kurtz wanna-be, uh, uh
has his day in the sun! I think he's enough

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Oh My Gosh

Written by: vanilla ice, zero, rod johnson
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music,
Inc., bmi.
Keyboards: darryl delite allamby
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Hey you check it I think its time
To wreck it.
So here I go again witht he stuff
So lets test it.
Cool like tha ice vanilla heres the flava
Freezin up tha mic to hit ya with
So you can savor.
No slippin nor stonin gettin straight
To tha poinst.
Hit tha mad izm and light another joint
Tha easy like style is what I kick when
Im kickin no trippin Im spliffin
So get a good wiff and get with tha style,
That Im using no guessin
So heres a quick lesson I got my smith & wesson
Listen up close and there will be no confusion
Now youre addicted to mentally abuse it.
Word to tha mutha, Im here to tear it up,
And if ya cant get with it, I dont give a
So run and tell ya crew and tell em ice is
Near this here is for tha people the ice is
Rated lethal.
Here I come with tha nine in my hand,
Its time to wreck shop now tell me whos
The man.
Just like ali Im tha thriller in manilla,
Tearin stuff up like my man godzilla.
Makin tha suckers drop when ya steppin
To my zone comin straight up like my man
Al capone.
You try to cross me up Ill jump you like
You was a checker,
And like jerry rice Im into breakin all records.
Rollin with my crew firm up a blunt,
My hands on tha pump bust u on beachfront.
In case you forgot Im here to remind you,
Im chiller, chiller than the ice on vanilla.
Word, word to tha herb as you heard,
Im hittin 3 pointers just like larry bird.

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Oh My Gosh

Written by: vanilla ice, zero, rod johnson
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music,
Inc., bmi.
Keyboards: darryl delite allamby
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Hey you check it I think its time
To wreck it.
So here I go again witht he stuff
So lets test it.
Cool like tha ice vanilla heres the flava
Freezin up tha mic to hit ya with
So you can savor.
No slippin nor stonin gettin straight
To tha poinst.
Hit tha mad izm and light another joint
Tha easy like style is what I kick when
Im kickin no trippin Im spliffin
So get a good wiff and get with tha style,
That Im using no guessin
So heres a quick lesson I got my smith & wesson
Listen up close and there will be no confusion
Now youre addicted to mentally abuse it.
Word to tha mutha, Im here to tear it up,
And if ya cant get with it, I dont give a
So run and tell ya crew and tell em ice is
Near this here is for tha people the ice is
Rated lethal.
Here I come with tha nine in my hand,
Its time to wreck shop now tell me whos
The man.
Just like ali Im tha thriller in manilla,
Tearin stuff up like my man godzilla.
Makin tha suckers drop when ya steppin
To my zone comin straight up like my man
Al capone.
You try to cross me up Ill jump you like
You was a checker,
And like jerry rice Im into breakin all records.
Rollin with my crew firm up a blunt,
My hands on tha pump bust u on beachfront.
In case you forgot Im here to remind you,
Im chiller, chiller than the ice on vanilla.
Word, word to tha herb as you heard,
Im hittin 3 pointers just like larry bird.

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song performed by Vanilla Ice
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I Go Down

Written by: vanilla ice, zero, rod johnson
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music,
Inc., bmi.
Keyboards: darryl delite allamby
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
I remember way back when
Lookin for the right girl to be my friend.i searched and searched but still never campe up.
On the right one who would be mine and the only one.
Luck never came my way,
And all I ever came up with is a broken heart ya see.
I couldnt stand to be alone why my boys
Strit kick it with the bitties while I sat by the telephone.
Everytime I hear it rang it wasnt who I want it to be.
It was just the same ol thing, another day another
Hearache
No pain, no gain, just lookin for a good thang.
Moma use to say dont look for love,
Just let it come around and surely one day itll be found.
Ya see Im kinda like 2 pac, when I get around
But the ice goes down.
I go down, I go down, I go down baby, I go down
I go down, I go down baby doll, I go down
Step up if ya think ya out there
I know its gotta be a tender
Wholl remember ice somewhere.
Thats only if youre ready for a real one
I need a tender and yea I gotta feel one.
I wanna tease and please and do it all with ease
But ya gotta be right and all dat
There when I need ya perfect like kodak,
Picture perfect body like an hour glass figure.
Cool in tha head and I gotta dig her,
The type that never says no,
Cuz shes down to the fullest.
Cool like the wind blows,
And I aint trying to search and find
I guess its true when they say
That love is blind,
You see Im kinda like 2 pac, when I get around
But the ice goes down
Now Im on tour and got the past behind me,
But I need something to remind me,
Of the days when I played the kissing game.
But now things changed and no I aint the same,
I made a come up, and now they run up
They all scream Im the one, that wants to give the luv up.
But ice aint got no time for games

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song performed by Vanilla Ice
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Handles Bermuda

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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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Soul Survivor

(Intro)
Come on, yo come on (survivor, survivor)
Come on, come on, come on, come on (survivor, survivor)
Come on, come on (soul survivor)
Come on, come on, come on, come on
(LL Cool J)
They said I wasn't rough, too much dough, he got an old flow
Everytime you open your mouth you feel your elbow
I'll catch a felony on top of a melody
brought a family, and dough woulda been so happily
I'll beat the Laker off of a clown and chop him down to size
Sick of all these wanna-be bad guys
Made loot, many g's, bought a crib where I live
told my kids - "yo, damn, that I'm a fugitive"
Runnin' from the streets and our beats - the sad sheets, uh
A sunny beach, video hoes within reach
Farmers Boulevard - liberty and forty is gone
And E ain't put nobody on
When I came back to smack and give 'em a welt
like belts makin' them strip and all of that
Punks better run for they guns
I'm not the one and can't nobody rule until L's done
(Chorus)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
(LL Cool J)
I worked the Murphy on the mix
What's wrong with these stupid lunatics playin' "Joint" for a drag-bit?
I'm harder than-?find in a jar?
People wasn't rippin' these records, all of y'all would get robbed
I'm comin' straight out the barrel with your name on my arm
blowin' the hoody of your head like a home-made bomb (BOOM!!)
I'm big and so you figured I would relax (nah!)
Don't ever sleep I'll wake ya up with an axe
The Boulevard ain't safe for my beats - drop the herb
Twenty times harder without a curse
Makin' rats flee, hardcore - and that's me!!
The baddest soloist in hip-hop history
L-L-C-to-the-O-to-the-O-L-J, so what'cha wanna know?
Throw ya in the MVP on your knees G
A crowbar in your mouth - now ask me...
(Chorus)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)

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Get Loose

Written by: vanilla ice, zero, marcus smith, tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc., bmi.
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
Get loose
Vanilla ice is here with the juice.
No use for steppin so give the bass a boost
Produced by the 3 man crew
Not a deuce just a hit man.
Keepin rappers necks in a noose
Im gettin juiced up,
But vanillas not souped up.
Check out the read dope track that I looped up
All you poo but suckas plain the back in fact black.
If you run up Ill flip you like a flapjack,
An roll you up like a knappack
Crack that skull with bat
You shouldve known youre raps wacked
You lack the style and skill to even get paid.
Grab the mic and you will verbally get slayed.
I raid the track like a terrorist
And with my napalm bomb lyrics,
I got em scared of this.
So be prepared to be taken to the twilight zone
And the vip is bad to the bone.
Aint no way against me you can get juice
Aint no way against me you can get juice
Aint no way against me you can get juice
Back off the stage,
An watch vanilla ice get loose.
Get loose...all the ladies, get loose...all the fellas, get
Loose...all the brothers, get loose...all the mothers, get
Loose...all the sisters, get loose...now the dogs, get
Loose...everybody, here we go, here we go
Get loose as I boost the juice
Once more for the people who wanted it.
An didnt know whats in store,
Ive got another big hit
Of course a vanilla rides the groove like a gemballa
Porsche.
I got zero on the cut like a lumberjack better yet a
Butcher
Guaranteed to put cha in the right mood
We make ya dance in a frenzy.
Suckas gettin mad cuz Im getting all the skins g
Plus Im makin all the ends g.
And the women wanna ride my pickle like it was a bicycle

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Fame

Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Talkbox: jeffrey smith
Bass: mike daane
Drums: davis bickston
Guitar: andy timmons
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
Now everybody wants to have fame
But youll pay the price if youre not plain it by the game
Cuz this game is made up of a bunch of crazy rules,
And fools get took if theyre not plaing by the rules.
Now, the ice is kickin it, kickin it kickin it like a champ,
But dont try to play me like some wet food stamp.
They say that it was a fluke,
Cuz I used a fat loop,
But heres the sccop, troop
The ice is back to make it hoop.
An since its 94, and now Im back on the scene,
Escapin from the hell of takin it to the extreme.
Its kind of strange, cuz people say youve changed...
But I never changed,
Even though I got fame,
Yo, Im still the same...ugh!
Fame, Im still the same person,
I never ever switch, an even if Im rich.
But now its like an itch,
Cuz I love the music.
They say I do it for the money,
And its funny, clockin all the honeys;
The ones that used to dis - now they wanna kiss.
Lookin at what my troops got,
Now theyre getting their boots knocked.
Damn its a shame - do I love em
No I dont g.
A couple of yeas ago, they didnt want me
Now I got these so called friends,
Its down with the ice,
Cuz they know Im makin ends.
But my real friends have been friends through the fame.
An since I have fame aint a damn thing changed,
Yo Im still the same...ugh!
And let me tell you about the pros and the cons,
Fame only lasts if you keep droppin them bombs.
Now in the public eye - you know Im havin to admit it,
You become a target for a whole lot of critics.

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Fame

Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Talkbox: jeffrey smith
Bass: mike daane
Drums: davis bickston
Guitar: andy timmons
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
Now everybody wants to have fame
But youll pay the price if youre not plain it by the game
Cuz this game is made up of a bunch of crazy rules,
And fools get took if theyre not plaing by the rules.
Now, the ice is kickin it, kickin it kickin it like a champ,
But dont try to play me like some wet food stamp.
They say that it was a fluke,
Cuz I used a fat loop,
But heres the sccop, troop
The ice is back to make it hoop.
An since its 94, and now Im back on the scene,
Escapin from the hell of takin it to the extreme.
Its kind of strange, cuz people say youve changed...
But I never changed,
Even though I got fame,
Yo, Im still the same...ugh!
Fame, Im still the same person,
I never ever switch, an even if Im rich.
But now its like an itch,
Cuz I love the music.
They say I do it for the money,
And its funny, clockin all the honeys;
The ones that used to dis - now they wanna kiss.
Lookin at what my troops got,
Now theyre getting their boots knocked.
Damn its a shame - do I love em
No I dont g.
A couple of yeas ago, they didnt want me
Now I got these so called friends,
Its down with the ice,
Cuz they know Im makin ends.
But my real friends have been friends through the fame.
An since I have fame aint a damn thing changed,
Yo Im still the same...ugh!
And let me tell you about the pros and the cons,
Fame only lasts if you keep droppin them bombs.
Now in the public eye - you know Im havin to admit it,
You become a target for a whole lot of critics.

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Blowin My Mind

Written by: vanilla ice, zero, rod johnson
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc., bmi.
Keyboards: paul loomis
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Guitar: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
Coolin in the shade
Sippin on lemonade.
I hear a knowck on the door who is it?
Kim, ocmin to pay me another visit.
She tells me that Im on her mind,
And a player like me is very hard to find.
I like the way she licks her lips starin in my eyes,
I must admit shes got some juicy thighs.
I like the way she wears her hair and the tight skirts fit,
Thats why I got her in my mix.
All she wants to do is hit the sheets and keep it goin,
Thats why Im mind blowin.
Mind blowin, blowin my mind...
Ten minutes past, I got my eyes on her ugh...
Shes shaped like an hour glass.
I like the red lipstick, she took a popsicle out,
And put it in her mouth quick.
She whispered in my ear, saying those things that only
A mac would like to hear.
You see, I like a girl that really turns me on
Twist with her walk, and sexy on the telephone.
She tells me she dreams of me, she wants to be with me
And not another memory,
But for now we can hit the sheets baby,
And keep it goin now Im mind blowin.
Now the heat is on my fingers still in her hair,
Now shes reaching for my underwear.
Im thinking I should make her wait
For another day, oh I forget, sherris on the way.
Off came the top, shes looking in my eyes
Here we go with the big surprise.
I guess I cant resist it, hands all over my body
As she puckered up and kissed.
Uhhh, off came the pumps, Im checkin out the rump
Shes got a lotta junk in her trunk.
And finally we hit the sheets, and kept it goin
Now Im mind blowin.

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The Wrath

Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Vocals: deedee harris
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Bass: mike daane
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
Here it is a dope hit.
Iceman comin with the dope hit.
Cuz a few suckers need their throats slit,
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum.
Now Im gonna blast them in the head,
Till theyre dead with my magnum lyrics.
Might be simplistic, but Im no gimp,
On the strength cuz I know how to pimp it.
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinkin in my quicksand,
Vanilla ice vocal hit man.
Got the number 3 in my crosses sittin on the rooftoop,
Pop-pop-pop,
Pop goes the weasel was a bag fa-flop-flop.
The brothers didnt like your record,
Cuz it wasnt hip-hop=hop,
But this aint a dis, cuz you sold gold.
Still a made a killin
Cuz it aint even a tenth of eleven million.
Givin my rhyme spice, while my djs on the slice,
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of
The iceman.
Ice, ice, man...the wrath of the ice man
Im the ice, the iceman but Im no superhero,
So baby just cut that zero.
Im gettin tired of those punks gettin jealous,
Trying to say that I might be another elvis.
Forget that Im vanilla, the funky rhyme killa,
The dope song deala, ready to pilla cap of a wack mc
Theres no wack in me, and big dollars is all Im stackin g
So give a boost to the volume.
I got the funky-funky sounds to make the cars boom,
So step back and give me room, as I consume the others
The iceman is bringin doom to the suckers
Yes, for the lovers of hip-hop.
And for my foes they get popped, you shouldnt step to the man
When Im swingin like tyson.
Yo, punk this is the wrath of the iceman.
Now Im on everybodys hit list, so there gonna get dissed,
Now there on my hit list.
Its like that cause Im the mizzak I carry my striszap,

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Live Intro

Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Talkbox: jeffrey smith
Bass: mike daane
Drums: davis bickston
Guitar: andy timmons
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.

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Minutes Of Power

Written by: vanilla ice & tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & tha hit men
Published by: ice baby music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing., bmi
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
Crank it up, yo, and let me hear that system bump.
Cuz with this here I gotta get over the hump.
And you know what that means (that means)
Kickin out funky rhymes g (rhymes g)
I got the funky rjymes thatll please (thatll please).
And my jams break overseas (overseas)
So when I come to town be prepared to be hyped up.
Cuz when the mics turned on I get psyched up (psyched up)
The v.i.p. gets it started with intro.
Bustin smooth moves on top of instrumental
Turn up the beats in the jeeps louder
Here we go yall - with minutes of power
Minutes of power
Minutes of power
When I step to the mic - bro.
Vanilla ice does it right
And what Im sayin is - yo!
Ya suckers frontin what ya wantin is for me to fade
Thought I was outta here fools,
I aint goin away.
Back with the track that will keep my bank fat.
Hua! vanillas got the flavor for the funky format.
An if youre not givin up the credit I seek -
Vips in the house and theyre ready to creep.
Now whatcha gonna do when my boys are on you?
You know a hard head makes for a soft shoe.
So turn it up for the passengers - louder!
Its vanilla killa with minutes of power.
Walk through the smoke on the stage
And the girls scream.
Ice gets em hot, then they melt like ice cream.
Flowin with the swiftness
Kickin it with the quickness.
Fells gettin jealous cuz their girlies want a quick kiss.
When Im rolllin around in my 5.0 drop top
Turning up the sounds,
Cuz I wanna bump the hip hop.
People gettin mad cuz they hear the big bass hit.
I turn it up more just to let cha know I wont quit.
Ice has got it locked down and theres no stoppin it.
When I hear a track like this
You know that Ill be rocking it.

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