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Yea...Vanillas' stand the world on a chair. Yea! Vanilla 'll knock 'em down on their rear. Yea! Vanilla 'll make 'em all stand up and cheer. Yea! He's the Vanilla! Break, break, break down. Sparklin' like a towerin' inferno You wanna' learn my songs, This ain't no journal It blemished my rhyme, Because I'm drawin' the line Don't celebrate too soon, 'cause I'm goin' for mine Just a character in a made up cartoon Like Witchel and hazel, Boy, you're pushin' a broom So get a new life or come equipped with the best Mark another one for Ice, let the microphone rest Just listen to my groove, the beat is strong And I'll rock it now, I need a microphone I'm in the mood to dance, I'm in the mood to prance You tried me once but now you're takin' a chance Because i rock with flavor, Hard as lifesaver You asked for dope, Ha...That's what I gave ya' A chance to go but now you move too slow My juice is pumped and I'm ready to go Go...It's a party...Come on...Let's do this...Come on... Real good...Into a new phase, jumpin' up the airwaves And now you're amazed 'cause it's hip hop that you crave Becuase I'm hyped like an addict, there's no drug involved The only thing I need is my record revolved Def comin' dtrong, hard like a matador I saw my style, my soul, up on the dance floor I wanna' see ya' shake, shake and shiver You're a charity case, and Ice is the giver I'm givin' you what you want but you're dumb and naive You can't cope with the dop Ice has concieved Which is a dope jam, hotter than the third degree You tried my style but I burn you see I'm Ice and I'm cold, I'm buildin' igloos of gold You wanna' bite my style, you gotta' have soul 'Cause a dope like this is not easy to come by You don't buy it on, it comes out your Hi Fi It's a party...Come on...'Let's do this... You think it's funy to lack but I'm a brother to Mack The 808 kickin' base from a dope drum track I'm the coolest of cool, kickin' cools silly fools You r posse's takin' a dip and Vanilla's the pool Get ready for my ritual, it's at its' peak Silly punks bow down 1st the lyricist speak Intruders get slayed, My pockets get paid The girlie is jockin' it and just got laid See I'm the press you elect, Keep the record erect In effect, damn, ain't that what you expect? Earthquake is on the funk, My homie's not a punk Take you antique rhymes and self 'em as junk You see, we won't come front' and sellin' drugs and all that shit Fake caddies, mack daddies, ain't even legit So, get a beeper, you're a sleeper and you need to wake up So make the record transform so Carwin Vegas It's a party...Come on...Let's do this... Do it! We don't need no music 'Cause all we wanna' do, Is sing and dance and party down I'm the best, He's the Vanilla It's a party...Come on...Let's do this...
