Ice Cold Lyrics by 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)