Vanilla Ice

Vanilla Ice - Fame lyrics

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[Verse 1]

Now everybody wants to have fame

But you'll pay the price if you're not playin' it by the game

Cuz this game is made up of a bunch of crazy rules

And fools get took if they're not playing by the rules

Now, the Ice is kickin' it, kickin' it kickin' it like a champ

But don't try to play me like some wet food stamp

They say that it was a fluke

cuz I used a fat loop

But here's the sccop, troop

The Ice is back to make it hoop

An' since it's 94, and now I'm back on the scene

Escapin from the hell of takin' it to the extreme

It's kind of strange, cuz people say you've changed..

But I never changed

Even though I got Fame

Yo, I'm still the same... Ugh!

[Verse 2]

Fame, I'm still the same person

I never ever switch, an' even if I'm rich

But now it's like an itch

Cuz I love the music

They say I do it for the money

And it's funny, clockin' all the honeys:

The ones that used to dis

Now they wanna kiss

Lookin' at what my troops got

Now they're getting their boots knocked

Damn it's a shame - do I love 'em

No I don't "G"

A couple of years ago, they didn't want me

Now I got these so called friends

It's down with the Ice, Cuz they know I'm makin' ends

But my real friends have been friends through the fame

An' since I have fame ain't a damn thing changed

Yo I'm still the same... Ugh!

[Verse 3]

And let me tell you about the pros and the cons

Fame only lasts if you keep droppin' them bombs

Now in the public eye - you know I'm havin' to admit it

You become a target for a whole lot of critics

Reporters stickin' to ya like white on rice

Now everywhere I go they wanna interview the Ice

Before every show it's like I'm steadily surrounded

By all of my fans and the media's houndin'

This is not a dis cuz I love all my fans

But the media doesn't really understand

They take what ya say, twist it around into lies

And the next thing ya know

A bunch of rumors start to fly

Then they try to make you out to be a straight liar

And next you'll be the front page of the National Enquirer

Oh what a price to pay to play this crazy game

You betta' be prepared if you ever reach fame

Yo, I'm still the same... Ugh!

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