Its A Party Lyrics by Vanilla Ice

Its A Party Lyrics

    (vanilla ice, khayree)

    Yea...vanillas' stand the world on a chair. yea!
    Vanilla 'll knock 'em down on their rear. yea!
    Vanilla 'll make 'em all stand up and cheer. yea!
    He's the vanilla! break, break, break down.

    Sparklin' like a towerin' inferno
    You wanna' learn my songs, this ain't no journal
    It blemished my rhyme, because i'm drawin' the line
    Don't celebrate too soon, 'cause i'm goin' for mine
    Just a character in a made up cartoon
    Like witchel and hazel, boy, you're pushin' a broom
    So get a new life or come equipped with the best
    Mark another one for ice, let the microphone rest
    Just listen to my groove, the beat is strong
    And i'll rock it now, i need a microphone
    I'm in the mood to dance, i'm in the mood to prance
    You tried me once but now you're takin' a chance
    Because i rock with flavor, hard as lifesaver
    You asked for dope, ha...that's what i gave ya'
    A chance to go but now you move too slow
    My juice is pumped and i'm ready to go's a party...come on...let's do this...come on...

    Real good...into a new phase, jumpin' up the airwaves
    And now you're amazed 'cause it's hip hop that you crave
    Becuase i'm hyped like an addict, there's no drug involved
    The only thing i need is my record revolved
    Def comin' dtrong, hard like a matador
    I saw my style, my soul, up on the dance floor
    I wanna' see ya' shake, shake and shiver
    You're a charity case, and ice is the giver
    I'm givin' you what you want but you're dumb and naive
    You can't cope with the dop ice has concieved
    Which is a dope jam, hotter than the third degree
    You tried my style but i burn you see
    I'm ice and i'm cold, i'm buildin' igloos of gold
    You wanna' bite my style, you gotta' have soul
    'cause a dope like this is not easy to come by
    You don't buy it on, it comes out your hifi

    It's a party...come on...'let's do this...

    You think it's funy to lack but i'm a brother to mack
    The 808 kickin' base from a dope drum track
    I'm the coolest of cool, kickin' cools silly fools
    You r posse's takin' a dip and vanilla's the pool
    Get ready for my ritual, it's at its' peak
    Silly punks bow down 1st the lyricist speak
    Intruders get slayed, my pockets get paid
    The girlie is jockin' it and just got laid
    See i'm the press you elect, keep the record erect
    In effect, damn, ain't that what you expect?
    Earthquake is on the funk, my homie's not a punk
    Take you antique rhymes and self 'em as junk
    You see, we won't come front' and sellin' drugs and all that shit
    Fake caddies, mack daddies, ain't even legit
    So, get a beeper, you're a sleeper and you need to wake up
    So make the record transform so carwin vegas

    It's a party...come on...let's do this...

    Do it! we don't need no music
    'cause all we wanna' do, is sing and dance and party down
    I'm the best, he's the vanilla

    It's a party...come on...let's do this...

    Produced by khayree
    Published by ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)