| Yea… Vanillas' stand the world on a chair. |
| Yea!
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| Vanilla 'll knock 'em down on their rear. |
| Yea!
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| Vanilla 'll make 'em all stand up and cheer. |
| Yea!
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| He’s the Vanilla! |
| Break, break, break down.
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| Sparklin' like a towerin' inferno
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| You wanna' learn my songs, This ain’t no journal
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| It blemished my rhyme, Because I’m drawin' the line
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| Don’t celebrate too soon, 'cause I’m goin' for mine
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| Just a character in a made up cartoon
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| Like Witchel and hazel, Boy, you’re pushin' a broom
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| So get a new life or come equipped with the best
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| Mark another one for Ice, let the microphone rest
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| Just listen to my groove, the beat is strong
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| And I’ll rock it now, I need a microphone
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| I’m in the mood to dance, I’m in the mood to prance
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| You tried me once but now you’re takin' a chance
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| Because i rock with flavor, Hard as lifesaver
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| You asked for dope, Ha… That's what I gave ya'
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| A chance to go but now you move too slow
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| My juice is pumped and I’m ready to go
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| Go… It's a party… Come on… Let's do this… Come on…
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| Real good… Into a new phase, jumpin' up the airwaves
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| And now you’re amazed 'cause it’s hip hop that you crave
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| Becuase I’m hyped like an addict, there’s no drug involved
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| The only thing I need is my record revolved
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| Def comin' dtrong, hard like a matador
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| I saw my style, my soul, up on the dance floor
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| I wanna' see ya' shake, shake and shiver
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| You’re a charity case, and Ice is the giver
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| I’m givin' you what you want but you’re dumb and naive
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| You can’t cope with the dop Ice has concieved
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| Which is a dope jam, hotter than the third degree
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| You tried my style but I burn you see
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| I’m Ice and I’m cold, I’m buildin' igloos of gold
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| You wanna' bite my style, you gotta' have soul
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| 'Cause a dope like this is not easy to come by
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| You don’t buy it on, it comes out your HiFi
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| It’s a party… Come on…'Let's do this… |