Vanilla Ice
Ice Cold
(Vanilla Ice, W. Stallings, D. Williams)
Your bad self...
All right, stop, spread yourself around
Get loose girl, let`s break it down
Get down, straight to the floor
Get excited and beg for more
As I go on, flow on with a smile
Pay attention to my style
Dirty but hot, ya` know what I mean'
Get loose girl like a sex fiend, Let`s do it
`Cause you know what I want
Me and you babe go one on one
Get freaky and I do the same
Get hot and I ride like a sex machine
Ice cool and you`re colder than ever, I like it
Ice cool and you`re colder than ever
Ice cold, cooler than ever
Never say never `cause I`m so damn clever
Lickin` your lips, I`m ridin` your hips
V.I.P. posse and we`re pimps
Be on the lookout in your vicinity
I`m robbin` virgins of their virginity
Like Robin Hood gave to the poor
I rock Kashla and now she wants more
She calls everday, it`s gettin` kinda` silly
But she rides my saddle like Bronco Billy
In a rodeo somewhere out west
She screams out "Vanilla Ice, you`re the best!"
Echoing out, can you hear'
She screams out everywhere
Just a pimp and you know
Snatchin` women, so, Yo!
You can beg, plead and tell me you love me
But there`s no way I`d put a girl above me
Unless it`s sex and you wanna` ride
Jump on my saddle, baby, and get live
(Repeat chorus)
Move your body all around
This is the dope jam, so get down
Now that you like what I`m sayin` admit it
This is the jam and Vanilla just did it
I made you work `til your butt got sore
In other words, I`m about to get raw
On stage, it`s a V.I.P., Doin` dances from A to ZPumpin` it, pushin` it, stick it hard
I freaked your girl in the back of your car
I wore a Jimmy that I slapped on
Popped a rubber duckie, so bought me a Trojan
Get ready, hyped into the groove
As I practiced to make your body move
You`re fienin` for a meanin`, oh yes, I`m comin`
Vanilla Ice is here so you suckers start runnin`
This is the jam I know you`re gonna like
DeShay he cuts like a knife
He won`t smirk and he won`t smile
DeShay get Funky for a while
Yo, it`s time for me to pump, pump...
Pump up the volume
(Repeat chorus)
Produced by Wayne Stallings and Darryl Williams
Published by T.C. & Floyd Music/Ice Baby Music/QPM Music (BMI)
Ice Cold
(Vanilla Ice, W. Stallings, D. Williams)
Your bad self...
All right, stop, spread yourself around
Get loose girl, let`s break it down
Get down, straight to the floor
Get excited and beg for more
As I go on, flow on with a smile
Pay attention to my style
Dirty but hot, ya` know what I mean'
Get loose girl like a sex fiend, Let`s do it
`Cause you know what I want
Me and you babe go one on one
Get freaky and I do the same
Get hot and I ride like a sex machine
Ice cool and you`re colder than ever, I like it
Ice cool and you`re colder than ever
Ice cold, cooler than ever
Never say never `cause I`m so damn clever
Lickin` your lips, I`m ridin` your hips
V.I.P. posse and we`re pimps
Be on the lookout in your vicinity
I`m robbin` virgins of their virginity
Like Robin Hood gave to the poor
I rock Kashla and now she wants more
She calls everday, it`s gettin` kinda` silly
But she rides my saddle like Bronco Billy
In a rodeo somewhere out west
She screams out "Vanilla Ice, you`re the best!"
Echoing out, can you hear'
She screams out everywhere
Just a pimp and you know
Snatchin` women, so, Yo!
You can beg, plead and tell me you love me
But there`s no way I`d put a girl above me
Unless it`s sex and you wanna` ride
Jump on my saddle, baby, and get live
(Repeat chorus)
Move your body all around
This is the dope jam, so get down
Now that you like what I`m sayin` admit it
This is the jam and Vanilla just did it
I made you work `til your butt got sore
In other words, I`m about to get raw
On stage, it`s a V.I.P., Doin` dances from A to ZPumpin` it, pushin` it, stick it hard
I freaked your girl in the back of your car
I wore a Jimmy that I slapped on
Popped a rubber duckie, so bought me a Trojan
Get ready, hyped into the groove
As I practiced to make your body move
You`re fienin` for a meanin`, oh yes, I`m comin`
Vanilla Ice is here so you suckers start runnin`
This is the jam I know you`re gonna like
DeShay he cuts like a knife
He won`t smirk and he won`t smile
DeShay get Funky for a while
Yo, it`s time for me to pump, pump...
Pump up the volume
(Repeat chorus)
Produced by Wayne Stallings and Darryl Williams
Published by T.C. & Floyd Music/Ice Baby Music/QPM Music (BMI)