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Let's kick it!
Alright stop, collaborate and listen Ice is back with the brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly 'Will it ever stop?' Yo, I don't know Turn off the lights, huh, and I'll glow To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle Dance, rush the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly when I play a dope melody Anything less than the best is a felony Love it or leave it, you better gangway You better hit the bullseye, the kid don't play And if there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice, ice, baby Ice, ice, baby
Now that the party is jumpin' With the bass kicked in and the Vegas are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point, no fakin' Cookin' MCs like a pound of bacon Burnin' 'em if you're not quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo Rollin' in my 5.0 With the ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby, wavin' just to say hi “Did you stop?” No, I just drove by Kept on, pursuin' to the next stop I busted a left and I'm headin' to the next stop The block was dead, yo, so I continued to A1A Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis Jealous, 'cause I'm out getting mine Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a 9 Ready for the chumps on the wall The chumps acting ill because they're full of eight ball Gunshots raged out like a bell I grabbed my 9, all I heard were shells Falling on the concrete real fast Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas Bumper to bumper, the avenue's packed I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack Police on the scene, you know what I mean? They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Something grabs a hold of me tightly Something grabs a hold of me tightly Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Dance, rush the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly when I play a dope melody Anything less than the best is a felony Love it or leave it, you better gangway You better hit the bullseye, the kid don't play And if there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Now that the party is jumpin' With the bass kicked in and the Vegas are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point, no fakin' Cookin' MCs like a pound of bacon Burnin' 'em if you're not quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo Rollin' in my 5.0 With the ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby, wavin' just to say hi “Did you stop?” No, I just drove by Kept on, pursuin' to the next stop I busted a left and I'm headin' to the next stop The block was dead, yo, so I continued to A1A Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis Jealous, 'cause I'm out getting mine Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a 9 Ready for the chumps on the wall The chumps acting ill because they're full of eight ball Gunshots raged out like a bell I grabbed my 9, all I heard were shells Falling on the concrete real fast Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas Bumper to bumper, the avenue's packed I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack Police on the scene, you know what I mean? They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
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