Tytuł: The people's choice

• Wykonawca: Vanilla Ice
• Wyświetleń: 332

It's not what you say
   It's how you say it
   Give me a microphone
   On stage, I'll display it
   Playing me right and you'll get played out
   Like Polka dots and people will shout
   Dirty words cause you're a nerd
   I'm first, you're third
   It's absurd to think that you heard
   Better rhymes than these
   I'm bringing sucker MC's, down to their knees
   Tease your thoughts like a feather to atoe
   Although the beat seems slow
   My groove will still flow
   My rhymes are soulful art
   That makes your heart dance
   Melodic tones move your mind to a quick trance
   Everytime I rhyme I find the audience is
   Mine, caught by every line
   Sparkle like a gem with my golden voice
  
   POSSE: "Why do they love you man?"
  
   I'm the people's choice
  
   CHORUS
   I wanna thank you for lettin' me
   Be myself
   I wanna thank you, uh
   Thank you baby
  
   I wanna thank you for lettin' me
   Be myself
   I wanna thank you, uh
   Thank you baby
   Let's swing it
  
   Step aside or you'll get stepped on
   Cause I'm steppin' real hard an my rhymes
   are real strong
   Just like Atilla, an MC killer
   A crowd thriller, no once chiller than the man
   With the mic in his hand, I"m a trip
   All the girls on my tip
   Fellas are jealous so I put in the clip
   Of my 9-millimeter, GLOCK at my hip
   fifteen shells all over the place
   They would chase, if it wouldn't disgrace
   The date that they came with
   Cause that would be a dis
   Tsk, tsk, they don't know what they missed
   A chance to dance with the man with
   The golden voice
  
   POSSE: "Why do they love you, man?"
  
   I'm the people's choice
  
   CHORUS
  
   Sucker MC's - I scare 'em
   Girlies - I gotta love 'em
   Rhymes - comin' out of my ears
   the competition - in tears
   Slick dance moves - by the dozens
   Battles - please step up 'cause I love 'em
   Settin' up suckers like pins on a bowling ball
   And you're gonna fall
   You won't hit, it's a bottomless pit
   Of rhymes, comin' straight from the mind
   Of a genius, and I can't be modest
   When I make a threat, you bet I keep it
   Like a promise, so
   Shake like a leaf when you see me comin'
   Frankly, you're better off runnin', fast
   And don't look back, wack
   Go take a nap, get off that crack, jack
   Crowds move by the sound of my golden voice
  
   POSSE: "Why do they love you, man?"
  
   I'm the people's choice
  
   CHORUS