Lyrics:

Alright, stop, collaborate, and listen
Ice is back with a brand-new invention
To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up the stage and wax a chump like a candle
(Will it ever stop?) Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights, watch me glow
Yo, ice, ice, baby
Yo, ice, ice, baby
Yo, ice, ice, baby
Yo, ice, ice, baby
Yo, Vanilla, be good
Crazy 'bout a cymbal and a souped-up tempo
I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my ragtop down, so my hair can blow
Girlies on standby, waving just to say hi
Yo, (did you stop?) No, I just flew by
Yo, ice, ice, baby
Yo, ice, ice, baby
Yo, ice, ice, baby
Yo, ice, ice, baby
Yo, Vanilla, be good

You better take heed, I'm a lyrical poet
Bubba's on the scene, just in case you don't know it
Cut like a razor blade, DJs say, 'dang!'
If my rhyme was a drug, yo, I'd sell it by the gram
(Hey, if there was a problem?) Yo, I'd solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Yo, ice, ice, baby
Yo, ice, ice, baby
Yo, ice, ice, baby
Yo, ice, ice, baby
Yo, Vanilla, be good