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Tytuł: It's a party

  • Wykonawca: Vanilla Ice
  • Wy¶wietleń: 289
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 HiFi
  
   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...