Vanilla Ice
Fame
Written by: Vanilla Ice, Tha Hit Men, Zero
Produced by: Vanilla Ice, Tha Hit Men, Zero
Published by: Ice Baby Music, Inc., DJ Zero Music, Inc.,
Oliver and Cooley Music Publishing, BMI.
Talkbox: Jeffrey Smith
Bass: Mike daane
Drums: Davis Bickston
Guitar: Andy Timmons
Background vocals (rap): Vanilla Ice
Mix by: Vanilla Ice
Synchclavier engineer: Robert Wechsler
Recorded & Mixed at Luminous Studios, Inc.
Now everybody wants to have fame
But you`ll pay the price if you`re not plain` it by the game
Cuz this game is made up of a bunch of crazy rules,
And fools get took if they`re not plaing 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!
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 yeas 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!
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 hte 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!
Fame
Written by: Vanilla Ice, Tha Hit Men, Zero
Produced by: Vanilla Ice, Tha Hit Men, Zero
Published by: Ice Baby Music, Inc., DJ Zero Music, Inc.,
Oliver and Cooley Music Publishing, BMI.
Talkbox: Jeffrey Smith
Bass: Mike daane
Drums: Davis Bickston
Guitar: Andy Timmons
Background vocals (rap): Vanilla Ice
Mix by: Vanilla Ice
Synchclavier engineer: Robert Wechsler
Recorded & Mixed at Luminous Studios, Inc.
Now everybody wants to have fame
But you`ll pay the price if you`re not plain` it by the game
Cuz this game is made up of a bunch of crazy rules,
And fools get took if they`re not plaing 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!
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 yeas 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!
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 hte 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!