Ice Ice Baby
Vanilla Ice Lyrics

Yo, VIP Let's kick it
Vanilla Ice is telling someone to join him to sing his song

Ice ice baby Ice ice baby
Vanilla Ice is reminding listeners of the song's title

All right stop Collaborate and listen
Vanilla Ice is calling for everyone to stop and collaborate to listen to what he has to say

Ice is back with a brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow
Vanilla Ice is back with a new idea and promises to flow so smoothly that he will leave an impact on listeners. He doesn't know if the flow will ever stop, and he promises that he will shine in the dark (when the lights go out)

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Vanilla Ice is stating that he will bring his extreme style to the stage, rapping to the beat like a vandal, and defeating any opponent or competition (chumps) like a melting candle

Dance Go rush the speaker that booms I'm killin' your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly, when I play a dope melody Anything less than the best is a felony Love it or leave it You better gangway You better hit bull's eye The kid don't play And if there was a problem Yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Vanilla Ice encourages his listeners to dance and rush to the singers that provide the booming sound, he will dominate their brain like a poisonous mushroom with his dope melody . He states that anything less than perfection is not acceptable, and he will not tolerate those who don't follow his music. Vanilla Ice prepares his listeners for any possible issues and assures them that he will solve whatever problem they have, and asks everyone to take a look at the hook while the DJ spins the track

Now that the party is jumping With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point, no faking I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning 'em if you 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, 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 bust a left and I'm heading to the next block That block was dead
Vanilla Ice talks about how the party is lively and how the bass is booming everywhere. He aims to cook the MC's like bacon and roast them if they are not quick or nimble enough. He goes wild when he hears a cymbal and hi-hat with a souped-up tempo. It's a great time for him to go solo and ride his 5.0 car, he's on his way to the next block where the party keeps blowing up.

Yo, so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave Girls were hot, wearing less than bikinis Rockman 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 ball 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
Vanilla Ice describes how he drives to A1A Beachfront Ave where all the girls are hot and wearing less than bikinis, and where the Rockman lovers are driving their Lamborghini. He feels jealous of the chumps on the wall who are acting sick because they are probably under the influence of eight ball drugs. Gunshots are fired, and Vanilla Ice grabs his nine and hears the shells falling on the concrete. He begins to drive away from the scene, where the avenue is packed bumper-to-bumper with cars. The jackers, which means robbers, are out, and he's trying to get away from them. The police are on the scene, and they pass him to confront the dope fiends. But Vanilla Ice still assures everyone that he will solve any problem and asks them to check out the hook while the DJ continues to play.

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 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 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 when I kick my juice If there was a problem Yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Vanilla Ice mentions that he's a lyrical poet from Miami. He says that his town is famous for creating the bass sound in music so powerful that it can shake and make holes in the ground. He compares his style to a chemical spill, where his rhymes are easy to visualize and feel. He explains that the concept is extraordinary because they make it hype and listeners will surely feel the need to dance with their music. Shay, his DJ who is in charge of tweaking the fades, handles the tracks adeptly like a ninja with razor blades. When the other DJ's heard what Vanilla Ice was doing, they were amazed, and they said, 'Damn.' He brags that if his rhyme were a drug, he could sell it for a gram. He is relaxed, yet in control of himself when it's time to come out and show what he can do. He magnetizes people with his voice and lightens the mood by playing his juice. Once again, he tells anyone with a problem to leave it to him and to take a listen to the hook played by the DJ.

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)
This is another rhythm to compliment the hook played by the DJ