Ice Ice Baby Karaoke - Vanilla Ice

This title is a cover of Ice Ice Baby as made famous by Vanilla Ice

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The CDG format (also called CD+G or MP3+G) is suitable for most karaoke machines. It includes an MP3 file and synchronized lyrics (Karaoke Version only sells digital files (MP3+G) and you will NOT receive a CD).

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Same as the original tempo: 115.72 BPM

In the same key as the original: D

Duration: 04:32 - Preview at: 02:21

Release date: 1990
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English
Original songwriters: Freddie Mercury, Brian May, Taylor Roger Meddows, John Deacon
Composer: David Bowie
Songwriters: Floyd Brown, Mario La Vell Johnson, Vanilla Ice, Mario Johnson

All files available for download are reproduced tracks, they're not the original music.

Lyrics Ice Ice Baby

Yo V.I.P. let's kick it
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
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
When I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain 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
Now that the party is jumping with the bass kicked in and the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point to the point no faking
Cooking MCs like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they ain't 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 and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my five point O with my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waving just to say hi
No I just drove by kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead yo so I continued to A1A
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cos I'm out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're full of eight ball
Gunshots ranged 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
Take heed 'cos 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
'Cos 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 DJs 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
Yo man let's get out of here word to your mother

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