Текст песни VANILLA ICE - Livin
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Текст песни VANILLA ICE - Livin
Here it is, a dope hitIceman comin with a dope hitCause a few suckers need their throats slitJealous cause I went multi-platinumNow I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead with my magnumLyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no gimpOn the strip, cause I know how to pimp it( )Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksandVanilla Ice, vocal hitmanGot the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftopbop bop bopAnd you fools drop, (scratching over ";pop goes the weasel";was a big fl-fl-flop flopbrother's didn't like your record `cause it wasn't hip hop hopbut this ain't a dis `cause you sold goldStill, I made a killin and it ain't even a 10 - 11 milliongiven my rhyming spice while my DJs on the sliceVanilla Ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the Ice KingNo one will stop meNo one will stop meNo one will stop meNo one will stop meNo one will stop meNo one will stop me ChorusWhy is that I disperseWhy does God shunWhy does my man try to run my actionsWhy is that I disperseWhy does God shunWhy does my man try to run my actionsIt's my living conditionIt's my living conditionIt's my living conditionIt's my living conditionEtch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architectNow watch your back son, cause you might lose your neckPound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand onI rock records, every record at randomFlyin heads, as the heads get fullThoughts and speakers get ripped and tornTo my tombI'm wicked as a witch on a broom stickI smash bricks with one lick