Ice Ice Baby
Crazy Frog 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
Then I flow that 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
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killin' your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less that 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

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, the fingers are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they're not 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 5.0
With my ragtop 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
That block was dead

Yo so I continued to a1a Beachfront Ave
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rock man lovers driving Lamborghini
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 so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine
All I heard were shells
Fallin' on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm tryin' 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 that 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 it 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 my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

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

Overall Meaning

The song "Ice Ice Baby" famously opens with its iconic sample from "Under Pressure" by Queen and David Bowie. Vanilla Ice begins with a greeting to his "VIP" listeners and then launches into the catchy chorus of "Ice ice baby" repeated four times. He then takes a moment to pause, address his audience and explain that he's back with a new invention. He describes a sensation gripping him tightly, and then says that he's flowing like a harpoon both day and night. Vanilla Ice wonders if he will ever stop and then challenges listeners to turn off the lights and watch him glow. He then boasts about his abilities as a rapper and performer, likening himself to a vandal who can light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, VIP, let's kick it!
Hey very important person, let’s get this party started!


Ice ice baby
I am Vanilla Ice and I am the coolest in the house.


All right stop
Pause everybody and listen to me.


Collaborate and listen
It's time to work together and hear a new sound.


Ice is back with my brand new invention
I'm back with a new style and flow that you have never heard before.


Something grabs a hold of me tightly
My art form takes control of me.


Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
I'm shooting rhymes like a weapon, all day and all night.


Will it ever stop?
Will my unique flow stop? I don’t know.


Yo, I don't know
I really don’t know.


Turn off the lights and I'll glow
When it’s dark, my verses will be the light.


To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
I take the mic and rock it to the extreme.


Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
I light up the stage and destroy anyone who tries to test me.


Dance
Let’s dance to keep the party going.


Bum rush the speaker that booms
We're taking the party to the next level by getting closer to the singers.


I'm killin' your brain like a poisonous mushroom
My rhymes are so dope that they're killing your brain.


Deadly, when I play a dope melody
I'm killing it with my flow and dope beats.


Anything less that the best is a felony
Anything less than my best is a crime against hip-hop.


Love it or leave it
If you don't love it, then leave it.


You better gain way
Get out of my way so I can keep doing my thing.


You better hit bull's eye
If you try to come at me, you better not miss.


The kid don't play
I am serious about my art and don’t have time for games.


If there was a problem
If a problem arises,


Yo, I'll solve it
I will solve it.


Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Check out the beat while my DJ scratches it.


Ice ice baby Vanilla
I am Vanilla Ice and I am here to stay.


Now that the party is jumping
Now that the party is lively and energetic.


With the bass kicked in, the fingers are pumpin'
The bass is infused in the music, and the fingers are busy dancing.


Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I'm getting right to the point, no time to be fake.


I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
I'm burning rappers like bacon on a stove.


Burning them if they're not quick and nimble
I'm defeating rappers who are not fast and skillful.


I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
The sound of a cymbal drives me wild and makes me want to rap more.


And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
A high-hat drum with a fast tempo beats strengthens the music.


I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
I'm feeling good, and it's time for me to shine on my own.


Rollin in my 5.0
I am cruising in my 5.0 Mustang convertible.


With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
My hair is blowing in the wind because my car’s roof is down.


The girlies on standby
The girls are waiting for me to come around.


Waving just to say hi
They are waving just to say hello to me.


Did you stop?
Did I stop to talk to them?


No, I just drove by
No, I didn’t stop, I was just driving by.


Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I kept on going toward the next place to be.


I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
I took a left turn and I'm going to another block.


That block was dead
It was boring there.


Yo so I continued to a1a Beachfront Ave
So I kept going to A1A Beachfront Avenue.


Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Girls were wearing very little clothes and looked sexy.


Rock man lovers driving Lamborghini
Rich and famous men were driving Lamborghinis to show off and get the ladies' attention.


Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
People are jealous of me because I’m successful and in demand.


Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
I meant Shay with a gauge and me with a 9mm gun to protect ourselves from any threats.


Ready for the chumps on the wall
I’m ready for the people who are against me.


The chumps are acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Those people are causing trouble because they are on drugs.


Gunshots ranged out like a bell
Gunshots were heard everywhere.


I grabbed my nine
I took out my 9mm gun.


All I heard were shells
I heard only the sound of bullet shells.


Fallin' on the concrete real fast
The shells were hitting the concrete ground very fast.


Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
I got into my car and drove away quickly.


Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
The avenue was so crowded that cars were hitting each other.


I'm tryin' to get away before the jackers jack
I am trying to leave before bad people try to rob me.


Police on the scene
The police were there.


You know what I mean
You understand what happened.


They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
The police ignored me and took care of the drug addicts.


Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Listen very carefully because I'm a skilled wordsmith.


Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
I'm from Miami and I'm representing my city.


My town, that created all the bass sound
My city is known for its bass-heavy music.


Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
The bass is so powerful that it can cause earthquakes.


'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
My style is unstoppable and can be hazardous.


Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
My rhymes are strong and can be seen and felt.


Conducted and formed
It was made in a precise and orderly manner.


This is a hell of a concept
This is an amazing idea.


We make it hype and you want to step with this
We create excitement and energy in our music and it makes you want to move.


Shay plays on the fade, slice it like a ninja
My DJ Shay cuts the music like a ninja slices a sword.


Cut like a razor blade so fast
The cut is so fast and precise like a sharp razor blade.


Other DJ's say, "damn"
Other DJs are impressed by the skill of my DJ.


If my rhyme was a drug
If my rapping was a drug,


I'd sell it by the gram
I would sell it measured out by the gram.


Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
I keep my cool when it's time to let loose and have fun.


Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
I am drawn in and focused by the microphone while I perform.


Yo, I'll solve it!
I'll solve any problem that comes up.


Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Listen to the beat while my DJ scratches it.


Too cold
It’s so cool, that it’s cold!


Too cold too cold
Even more cool!


Yo man, let's get out of here
Hey, let’s leave this place.


Word to your mother
My regards to your mother, peace out.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Brian May, David Bowie, Floyd Brown, Freddie Mercury, John Richard Deacon, Mario Johnson, Robert Van Winkle, Roger Taylor

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