Mr. Popper's Penguins movie - Ice Ice Baby lyrics

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Yo, VIP

Let's kick it

Ice, Ice, baby

Ice, Ice, baby

All right stop, collaborate, and listen

Ice is back with my 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 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, go 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 gang way

You better hit bull's eye, the kid don't play

If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice, Ice, baby

Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby

Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby

Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby

Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping

With the bass kicked in and the Vega's are pumpin'

Quick to the point, to the point, no faking

Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon

Burning 'em, if you ain't quick and nimble

I go crazy when I hear a cymbal

And a high hat with a souped up tempo

I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo

Rollin' in my 5.0

With my rag-top down so my hair can blow

The girlies on standby waving just to say hi

Did you stop? No, I just drove by

Kept on pursuing to the next stop

I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block

The block was dead, yo, so I continued

To A1A Beach Front Avenue

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 nine

Ready for the chumps on the wall

The chumps are acting ill because they're full of eight ball

Gunshots rang out like a bell

I grabbed my nine all I heard was 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

Ice, Ice, baby

Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby

Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby

Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby

Vanilla

Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet

Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it

My town that created all the bass sound

Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground

'Cause my style's like a chemical spill

Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel

Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept

We make it hype and you want to step

With this, Shay plays on the fade

Slice like a ninja, cut like a razor blade

So fast other DJ's say, "Damn!"

If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram

Keep my composure when it's time to get loose

Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice

If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it

Check out the hook while D. Shay revolves it

Ice, Ice, baby

Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby

Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby

Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby

Vanilla Ice

Yo, man, let's get out of here

Word to your mother

Ice, Ice, baby, too cold

Ice, Ice, baby, too cold, too cold

Ice, Ice, baby, too cold, too cold

Ice, Ice, baby, too cold, too cold