MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
vanilla ice - add
Thru-out my dream these hands are tied
You wear your mask, but I see inside
Never a vision I haven't seen
All these lies spurred from dreams
All these lies left me blind
Whether yours? is all in time
With these hands built this life
Hands of mine now I'm alive
Just can't hide from my self (x2)
I just can't hide from my self
Just can't hide from my fuckin self
I can't hide (x2)
And I can't hide (x2)
Cause I just can't be myself
Cause I just can't fuckin be myself
And I just can't hide from myself
Everytime it's just myself
I can't hide from my fuckin self
I wanna peel my skin hang it on the shelf
Die from no pain
A minimal brain
Damn I'm like an idiot when I go insane
Too impulsive too impatient
Anxiety's got me screamin this hatred
Still I strive to stay alive
Gotta get mine cause I just can't be myself
Cause I just can't fuckin be myself
And I just can't hide from myself
Everytime it's just myself
Is there some future? contemplate
I need gratification before it's too late
The cravings are dry, drive me thru
Self destruction can always be true
Islands of fire keep me alive
No drugs around can fill me inside
I can't hide
And I can't hide
I know I can't hide
And I can't hide
I just can't be myself
And I just can't fuckin be my self
I just can't hide from myself
Everytime it's just my self.
vanilla ice - anthropology 101
Phone Message Zero
Yo whassup boy
I was tryin to see if you was by the TV
I wanted to tell ya some shit on Discovery Channel about neanderthal man
And the type of man that was before them
you know how they came after them
But guess you got the mobile off
Later
vanilla ice - blowin my mind
Written by: Vanilla Ice, Zero, Rod Johnson
Produced by: Vanilla Ice & Zero
Published by: Ice Baby Music, Inc., DJ Zero Music, Inc., BMI.
Keyboards: Paul Loomis
Background vocals (rap): Vanilla ice
Mix by: Vanilla Ice
Synchclavier engineer: Rober Wechsler
Guitar: Robert Wechsler
Recorded & mixed at Luminous Sound Studios, Inc.
Coolin in the shade
Sippin on lemonade.
I hear a knowck on the door Who is it?
Kim, ocmin' to pay me another visit.
She tells me that I'm on her mind,
And a player like me is very hard to find.
I like the way she licks her lips starin' in my eyes,
I must admit she's got some juicy thighs.
I like the way she wears her hair and the tight skirts fit,
That's why I got her in my mix.
All she wants to do is hit the sheets and keep it goin',
That's why I'm mind blowin.
Mind Blowin, blowin my mind...
Ten minutes past, I got my eyes on her Ugh...
She's shaped like an hour glass.
I like the red lipstick, she took a popsicle out,
And put it in her mouth quick.
She whispered in my ear, saying those things that only
A mac would like to hear.
You see, I like a girl that really turns me on
Twist with her walk, and sexy on the telephone.
She tells me she dreams of me, she wants to be with me
And not another memory,
But for now we can hit the sheets baby,
And keep it goin' now I'm mind blowin.
Now the heat is on my fingers still in her hair,
Now she's reaching for my underwear.
I'm thinking I should make her wait
For another day, oh I forget, Sherri's on the way.
Off came the top, she's looking in my eyes
Here we go with the big surprise.
I guess i can't resist it, hands all over my body
As she puckered up and kissed.
Uhhh, off came the pumps, I'm checkin' out the rump
She's got a lotta junk in her trunk.
And finally we hit the sheets, and kept it goin'
Now I'm mind blowin'.
vanilla ice - boom
Yo bloodhound gang and rob van winkle together on this track
Stop as we drop this bomb
Blow up this place like another vietnam
Heavy like a tyson blow to the dome
Back up son give me room give me room
To set it off like this dont give it up
Im all up in you till you just cant get enough
Real hard to the bone you want more
I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
So check the wrath its for real Im gonna get mine
Roll up on you like eastwood
Blowing up fifteens as Im riding through your neighborhood
I spreads butter like parkay
Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay
Do what you feel and check the skill
Im in your grill peep this I got the raw deal
In your jeep cherokee or land cruiser
When youre rolling through the hood you want use a
Track like this all up in your eardrum
So check the e.q. and let them speakers hum
And gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
Round one round two knock out
Straight to your head like my round never lights out
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a
Jimmy jimmy yall jimmy damn jimmy yea
Gimme the mic rob so I can take it away
Got more lines than the welfare office
Are you upset youll never get to be as clever as this?
Spreadin quicker than your mom have a feel but dont cop it
Yea I stole your beat but thats cause you dropped it
Crude as oil unrefined but slick
Im gonna get you from behind like a gay convict
Cause my name aint quasimodo but I still got a hunch
That like the jim jones cult Ill take you out with one punch
Youre spiro agnew and Im the dick you answer to
Your sweating like a watermelon at a baptist bar-b-que
Sneaking up like celery yeah Im stalking
I squeak like stephen hawkins yeah but Im walkin
Nose to ground so this bloodhound will sniff and follow it
I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it
Screaming like a mimi when you see me coming near you
Like a kenny loggins record no ones ever gonna hear you
Like a game of hide and seek its all over if I see ya
Cause your yellower than tinkle and youll be running like diarrhea
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a
These lyrics were stripped of their dignity from the bloodhound gang website because thats the bloodhound gang way, rock on.
vanilla ice - bullet on the chart
vanilla ice - cool as ice
CHORUS
Gotta hold on to this feelin'
Gotta let you body move
Gotta keep the music jumpin'
Everybody get loose
REPEAT
Face the music, then I'm right behind
With a posse, a mic and a funky rhyme
It doesn't take a lot of time for me to climb
And whem I'm going for mine, I'm like a monkey on a vine
Goin' up the scale and I will prevail
Sharper than the point on the tip of a nail
Movin' with the speed of a thief on the run
My mic is my gun and my posse's the one
Ready for fun, but also for static
Anything breaks and they're ready automatic
I've had it with suckers who try to get paid -
Sayin' they're teaching, but not makin'
The grade - they're played.
I'm the teacher, man, you're the student
Close your ears if you feel you're prudent
And can't deal with the lyrics I'm steppin' with
But they're the lines the people are gettin' with
A lesson well taught, here's some more advice
I don't sweat it on the mic
'Cause I'm cool as Ice
CHORUS REPEAT 2x's
Roll into town with no windows down
I'm on my bike and I'm headed for a mic
Battles defuse with the news of my arrival
Instincts are primal, I'm all about survival
Proceed with caution, I'm like a blaze
That's roared for days
All that gaze are amazed
Dazed by the force that they just witnessed
Master, is the title to fit this
Man before ya, lyrical lawyer
Suin' all the suckers on the mic that bore ya
Slick, I'll trick like a magician
On the microphone, I'm like a rap technician
Turn the party out in my opinion
Witty words make the world my dominion
Figure out a riddle in rhyme, You can't stump me
I get off if a beat is funky
I'm not Sleepy, Dopey or Grumpy
But you'll be fallin', just like Humpty did
And that's all she wrote
Then I disappear in a puff of smoke
I'm like a surgeon and I'm urgin'
Stay away or I'll slice
I don't sweat it under pressure
'Cause I'm cool as Ice
CHORUS REAPEAT 2x's
Rise and shine, girls up & at 'em
See a microphone on the stage and I'm grabbin'
You act like Eve and I'll act like Adam
Tangle with a snake, make sure that you pat him
Keep him calm for sure or he'll strike back
Shake your booty girl, Yeah I like that
Keep your moves silky smooth, hot and sexy
It won't vex me, I won't get testy.
And when you rush the stage
Bein' all kinds of frantic, you know
I won't panic, I'll just get romantic
Ten and twenty, you come by the droves
Don't be scared to take off your clothes
If you're really short, get on your tippy toes
And remember, anything goes
'Cause I'm all about fun on the run
I'll just take each girl one by one
I'n not the type to be tied up or tied down
There's enough of me to go around
Girlies on my tip like white on rice
I don't sweat it on the mic
'Cause I'm cool as Ice
CHORUS REAPEAT 2x's
ADD LIBS
CHORUS REAPEAT 2x's
vanilla ice - crash & burn
vanilla ice - crash and burn
Phone Message from Ross Robinson
"Hey dude it's Ross
Just callin to say hey
Im much better now
I fractured my spine
It was fucked up
I did a triple over a double
And landed on my head
So um...I did it on the 426
Yep...wasn't to fun
But before that dude I was fuckin totally in tune
And feelin kick ass on the track
It was liek the best I've ever felt
So maybe thats why I started gettin all cocky and shit
Uhh...Alright man, just workin away super hardcore on Slipknot
And I'm about 5 days left and take like a week off
Or somethin like that and start the next one
Hope your doin good dude
Talk to ya later"
vanilla ice - dancin
(Vanilla Ice, Earthquake)
Dancin', Dancin', Dancin'
Come on, come on, come on everybody
Come on, come on everybody
Come on everybody, come on, come on everybody
Come on, come on everybody
Let's do this dance
Get out your seats and let me shake your pants.
Oh, with the base cold thumpin' and the hihats snaren'
People are jumpin' and the fly girls are staren'.
People under 40...Yo! Let's get down.
Because they need more break and now it's sliced by Shay
The records out so don't wait.
The style that I'm doin', it'll ruin
All you people came here just for booin'
Get your dead ass up and back on the floor.
Jump in the groove and let Vanilla go.
Insane, with my gold chain.
You know you're gonna' see it on Soul Train. Hit it!
Dancin', Dancin', Dancin'...
All you people on thel eft, shake your thing
And everybody on the right, do the same thing.
Now, the people in the middle, try to enhance.
Come on everybody, let me see you dance.
In motion, with the potion
Get up everybody and locomotion.
All swing and do your thing
Unless of course, you can't hang. Chillin' is o.k.
But not when I play this song, move along, be gone.
Yea! The beat'll make you move when the records on.
Get with this style and update it
Like my record is, when you play it.
Def comin' strong, hard like a matador
I saw my style, my soul up on the dance floor.
Dancin', Dancin', Dancin'...Do it! Funk it up!
Dancin', Dancin', Dancin'...
Swingin' until the night is through
Just let your feet and your body take control of you.
Just like a trance to keep you movin'
Everybody can do it, just keep on groovin'.
Of the 808...just kickin' like a chicken that you just ate.
So catch a groove so we can get down
Yell out the name of your hometown.
Miami...Catch the groove. L.A....Catch the groove.
New York...Catch the groove. Seattle...Catch the groove.
Dallas...Catch the groove. Detroit...Catch the groove.
VIP dancers...Catch the groove. Everybody...Catch the groove.
Do it!
Dancin', Dancin', Dancin'...Yea! Can we do it?
Dancin', Dancin', Dancin'...Come on everybody...
Produced by Earthquake
Published by Ice Baby Music/QPM Music (BMI)
vanilla ice - detonator
Chorus
Lettin' loose it's the detonator setting off a time bomb, ring the alarm
I'm coming thru with the wickedness
inject the fluid of the sickest and watch as I kick this
Lettin' loose it's the detonator setting off a time bomb, ring the alarm
I'm coming thru with the wickedness
inject the fluid of the sickest and watch as I kick this
I got a nation of millions to capture
lyrical disaster pass the ganja
choppin' shit like a bladerunner
huntin down my opponents like the predator
ready to start my search like the hunt for red october 31st
day of my birth had much pain as an adolescent
natural stigmata, much drama when Mom's was stressin
they're on my trail like the bone collector
select the sense from my sixth
inject the fluid of the wickedness
fuck the world! is my motto
I just can't understand why they point the finger
when they see me doing my thing
bitches swing when they see me pass by
in the GS4 with the Cane plates bought from my last tour
it's amityville horror on haters block
for those that copycat my tactics trying to make it to the top
like in the shining when Jack Nicholson got possessed with the wickedness
I'm true to kicking this
Chorus
Lettin' loose it's the detonator setting off a time bomb, ring the alarm
I'm coming thru with the wickedness
inject the fluid of the sickest and watch as I kick this
Lettin' loose it's the detonator setting off a time bomb, ring the alarm
I'm coming thru with the wickedness
inject the fluid of the sickest and watch as I kick this
Like Manson dismantling MCs who oppose a threat
you really don't want to get into some shit that you'll regret
cause like Samuel I hold the whole place for negotiation
incarcerating anyone with the temptation trying to test my faith
(is it safe to come out and play now) is he gone?
man i don't understand what kind of high this dude is trippin on
pure ICE with a twist of vanilla thriller
captivating souls like the body snatchers
its return of the living Caucasians
of psychopathic mind grabbing Asiatic demonic fanatics
causing havoc bringing the pain
flaming up like in Backdraft
feel the wrath of the lyrical combustion
many aren't true to what they're busting
(from the depths)
I'm coming through like the Hell Raiser
it's the end of days there's no escape from the detonator
Chorus
Lettin' loose it's the detonator setting off a time bomb, ring the alarm
I'm coming thru with the wickedness
inject the fluid of the sickest and watch as I kick this
Lettin' loose it's the detonator setting off a time bomb, ring the alarm
I'm coming thru with the wickedness
inject the fluid of the sickest and watch as I kick this
vanilla ice - dirty south
Chorus:
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...Uh
here come the south shit dirty dirty fly shit
this is for them rednecks and brothers with gold teeth
and them south boys on the streets with much heat
put it up now for the dirty south
southern fried now all up in your mouth
it's that hip hop shit with the southern twist
and you pick em up truck you be bumpin' this
with that piece and chain and the diamond ring
and them outta town broads they be lovin' the slang
713, I-45 big crawler
and the 214 big town B-Baller
Chorus:
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...Uh
here come the south shit dirty dirty fly shit
I got the south shit bumpin in my G-ride
eyes closed puffin' green when I drive by
here is something you can't understand...how I can burn Killa Man
step up if you wanna get some of this here
I got the blunt got a cooler full of cold beer
roll the Escalade down to the river
pull the fishin' poles out sippin' on Sizzers
just bullshittin' highsidin' eyes on tight
get it crunk get it crunk we gonna ball tonite
now whatcha got for me is it Hennessey or maybe Xtasy fill my fantasies
I can't believe I got your mind wide open
trippin' on the south shit now what is you smokin'
Chorus:
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...Uh
here come the south shit dirty dirty fly shit
puff puff give I got that dirty dirty fly shit
when I wake up in the morning yo I got to get my fix quick
rollin' thru the hood gotta get my buzz on
hittin' them switches on that 20 inch chrome
through the south side where they got them fat sacks
where they at where they atgot my seat laid back
I'm a south side rider
burn E-Z widers
shakin' off them haters cause them fools can't try us
you ballers and hustlers smokin' southside skunk
pushin them blades when you ride through the swamp
if you're feelin this with me let me see you put em up
we never get enough of that south side whud
Chorus:
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...Uh
here come the south shit dirty dirty fly shit
dirty south shit will have your ass hella a dazed
everybody in this bitch bout gettin' paid
riding on dubs swervin' in the Escalade
and these south side niggas, I don't think you could fade
who wanna be the next punk riding in the trunk
ridin' with my nigga Ice blowin' on the skunk
it's hard to hold this cause we hot like fire
boy I thought you knew it's south side till I expire
comin' with hollow tips up in the clip will make you flip
it's south side when I ride south side when I dip
what y'all know about the dirty south
put em up put em up
Chorus:
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south shit...Uh
here come the south shit dirty dirty fly shit
it's that southern fried shit all in your mouth
vanilla ice - drop that zero
vanilla ice - elvis killed kennedy
Confrontation town front
I can't front! no, I can't believe this funk
got a backlash as long as some happy ass
clown, frown, Uh I get down
in the trenches underneath the underground
under a blanket of hell you never heard rejected the sound
wrap your troubles in dreams baby in search of a theme
I can't believe I'm triple teamed
I voted! hope my ass wasn't railroaded
ran for the border to avoid the slaughter
shit! I blamed that tape recorder cause you mad outta order
beyond categories, another East side story Uh
that's three thousand miles ago
cause cats are shook by past crooks
doin' street hooks too many freestyles yo be off the books
be the judge make sure that needle don't budge don't prejudge
your frustration anger at the association
what difference it makin got the whole world
hatin art of war vocals influence the locals
it's a mad mad world we've been living everyday
what you gone to say all man say I'm a fuck up
living don't throw it away
Chorus
it's a mad mad world we've been living everyday
what you goin' to do all man say I'm a fuck up
living don't throw it away
claver est operes a mixer
le New Jacks sont dans
les MCs sont pres auteur en toute Liberte
it's a mad mad world we've been living everyday (translation) we are ready to get in the mix
the new generation are in the place to be
MCs are ready to express themselves freely
Now I feel trapped in this everyday form of life
who's wrong or right who knows I still fight
to survive live from the land of confusion
man's abusing which religion are you choosing
substance abusing losing touch with reality
have you forgot about your family values
can't you understand the plan
world destruction push the button end of discussion
boom
whatcha gonna do now
it's like the sound of a Mosberg pump goin Boo Yow
what a mad world
we got cops on the take
females being raped
bodies floatin' in the lake
why? over hate
better check your faith cause it'll be gone before you wake
Chorus
it's a mad mad world we've been living everyday
what you goin' to do all man say I'm a fuck up
living don't throw it away
claver est operes a mixer
le New Jacks sont dans
les MCs sont pres auteur en toute Liberte
it's a mad mad world we've been living everyday (translation) we are ready to get in the mix
the new generation are in the place to be
MCs are ready to express themselves freely
vanilla ice - exhale
Exhale, Exhale, Exhale, Exhale
Droppin' science in you ear like my name was Einstein
I been breakin down these barriers in this concubine
I'm trapped in the ice and theres no escape
I bet you'll regret everyday, that you got up pin my face
With eye contacted and the domes will crack
Anywhere, anytime, on any world map
You jibber-jabber bullshit
flapper, wanna-be rapper
Fake mini-me like who?
Marshall Mathers
Chorus:
Walkin a fine line, stompin in prime time
Strippin down your neck
Now you're living in the die time
Don't hold back, I dont take jack
My shit is tabu like my sisters ass crack
Call the FBI to secure this operation
Ice is penetrating all across this damn nation
A diabolical philosophy, I'm breathing
Micrphone phenon, you eatin my semen
You got phobia, get off my sisters lobia
Trailer park trash, get off my ball sack
Comin through with the wickedness
Yo, I'm true to kickin this
Try to stop me, HAH don't be ridiculous
Exhale, Exhale, Exhale, Exhale
Chorus:
Walkin a fine line, stompin in prime time
Strippin down your neck
Now you're living in the die time
Don't hold back, I dont take jack
My shit is tabu like my sisters ass crack
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