Vanilla Ice - Ice Cold Lyrics

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Vanilla Ice - Ice Cold lyrics

(Vanilla Ice, W. Stallings, D. Williams)

Your bad self...

All right, stop, spread yourself around

Get loose girl, let's break it down

Get down, straight to the floor

Get excited and beg for more

As I go on, flow on with a smile

Pay attention to my style

Dirty but hot, ya' know what I mean?

Get loose girl like a sex fiend, Let's do it

'Cause you know what I want

Me and you babe go one on one

Get freaky and I do the same

Get hot and I ride like a sex machine

Ice cool and you're colder than ever, I like it

Ice cool and you're colder than ever

Ice cold, cooler than ever

Never say never 'cause I'm so damn clever

Lickin' your lips, I'm ridin' your hips

V.I.P. posse and we're pimps

Be on the lookout in your vicinity

I'm robbin' virgins of their virginity

Like Robin Hood gave to the poor

I rock Kashla and now she wants more

She calls everday, it's gettin' kinda' silly

But she rides my saddle like Bronco Billy

In a rodeo somewhere out west

She screams out "Vanilla Ice, you're the best!"

Echoing out, can you hear?

She screams out everywhere

Just a pimp and you know

Snatchin' women, so, Yo!

You can beg, plead and tell me you love me

But there's no way I'd put a girl above me

Unless it's sex and you wanna' ride

Jump on my saddle, baby, and get live

(Repeat chorus)

Move your body all around

This is the dope jam, so get down

Now that you like what I'm sayin' admit it

This is the jam and Vanilla just did it

I made you work 'til your butt got sore

In other words, I'm about to get raw

On stage, it's a V.I.P., Doin' dances from A to ZPumpin' it, pushin' it, stick it hard

I freaked your girl in the back of your car

I wore a Jimmy that I slapped on

Popped a rubber duckie, so bought me a Trojan

Get ready, hyped into the groove

As I practiced to make your body move

You're fienin' for a meanin', oh yes, I'm comin'

Vanilla Ice is here so you suckers start runnin'

This is the jam I know you're gonna like

DeShay he cuts like a knife

He won't smirk and he won't smile

DeShay get Funky for a while

Yo, it's time for me to pump, pump...

Pump up the volume

(Repeat chorus)

Produced by Wayne Stallings and Darryl Williams

Published by T.C. & Floyd Music/Ice Baby Music/QPM Music (BMI)