Gigi D'Agostino: Ice ice baby

Yo VIP, Let's kick it!Ice Ice BabyIce Ice BabyAll right stopCollaborate and listenIce is back with my brand new inventionSomething grabs ahold of me tightlyThen I flow like a harpoon daily and nightlyWill it ever stop?Yo-- I don't knowTurn off the lights and I'll glowTo the extreme I rock a mic like a vandalLight up a stage and wax a chump like a candleDanceBum rush the speaker that boomsI'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroomDeadly, when I play a dope melodyAnything less than the best is a felonyLove it or leave itYou better gain wayYou better hit bull's eyeThe kid don't playIf there was a problemYo, I'll solve itCheck out the hook while my DJ revolves itIce Ice Baby VanillaIce Ice Baby VanillaIce Ice Baby VanillaIce Ice Baby VanillaNow that the party is jumpingWith the bass kicked in, and the Vegas are pumpin'Quick to the point, to the point no fakingCooking MC's like a pound of baconBurning them if they're not quick and nimbleI go crazy when I hear a cymbalAnd a hi hat with a souped up tempoI'm on a roll and it's time to go soloRollin' in my 5.0With my ragtop down so my hair can blowThe girlies on standbyWaiting just to say HiDid you stop?No-- I just drove byKept on pursuing to the nextI busted a left and I'm heading to the next blockThat block was deadYo-- so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.Girls were hot wearing less than bikinisRockman lovers driving LambourghinisJealous 'cause I'm out getting mineShay with the guage and Vanilla with a nineReading for the chumps on the wallThe chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight ballsGunshots ranged out like a bellI grabbed my nine--All I heard was shellsFalling on the concrete real fastJumped in my car, slammed on the gasBumper to bumper the avenue's packedI'm trying to get away before the jackers jackPolice on the sceneYou know what I meanThey passed me up, confronted all the dope fiendsIf there was a problemYo, I'll solve itCheck out the hook while my DJ revolves itIce Ice Baby VanillaIce Ice Baby VanillaIce Ice Baby VanillaIce Ice Baby VanillaTake heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poetMiami's on the scene just in case you didn't know itMy town, that created all the bass soundEnough to shake and kick holes in the ground'Cause my style's like a chemical spillFeasible rhymes that you can vision and feelConducted and formedThis is a hell of a conceptWe make it hype and you want to step with thisShay plays on the fade, slice like a ninjaCut like a razor blade so fastOther DJ's say, "damn"If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gramKeep my composure when it's time to get looseMagnetized by the mic while I kick my juiceIf there was a problemYo-- I'll solve it!Check out the hook While Deshay revolves it.Ice Ice Baby VanillaIce Ice Baby VanillaIce Ice Baby VanillaIce Ice Baby Vanilla IceYo man-- Let's get out of here!Word to your mother!Ice Ice Baby Too coldIce Ice Baby Too cold Too coldIce Ice Baby Too cold Too coldIce Ice Baby Too cold Too cold