Vanilla Ice - Hitem Hard текст песни

Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, darryl delite

Allamby, zero

Produced by: vanilla ice & zero

Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,

Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.

Keyboards: darryl delite allamby

Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice

Mix by: vanilla ice

Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler

Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.

Here comes the lyrical breakdown,

Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown,

Its the ice man slicin, dicin.

Hittin like tyson.

So listen to the rhythm I givin em,

My lyrics got the impact of a mac truck

When Im sendin em

Yo, my funky rhymes flow,

Kickin it like psycho

And Im exploding like nitro-glis,

Coming like a hurricane bliss,

Straight sacking the track like a quarterback

My man zero is back with a killer slice,

Im blowin up the mic,

Ya damn right, vanilla ice

With twice the punch,

I put the crunch on marky

And take the funky out of his bunch.

I hit the home run

You got to third base, son.

Im in first place,

Take a seat clown for the beatdown.

Uh, tonights the night of the big fight,

With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights.

Ready to swing it like a louisville slugger,

Right at the head of a sucka,

Crack home run.

How did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? uh!

I tried to make your head ring like a church bell.

I put it on ya hard

Ill make ya hurt well,

Cuz you fell into my booby traps

No more good vibrations,

Im tired of your boots raps,

So I eat ya like scooby snacks,

An maybe roll you like a zig zag

Or smoke you like a hootie mac,

You did what I did,

So youre gonna lose kid,

Cuz to me youre still a new kid on the block

Get off my jock,

Get off my diznok

Before you get dropped

For the beatdown

Yeh, this is the last verse,

Should I say the last round.

And its time I knock out another class clown.

Sit down and take notes

As vanilla kicks ballistics withdope lyrics,

Oh waht a pity, though

Cuz ya had to spend three million dollars on your video.

It was video and I can admit that,

All that moneys wasted cuz your songs wacked,

I make stuff to make the people gather.

An let em see us in a pit,

I wanna slam dance with ya, hammer.

Now can I kick it, of course I can.

Yo, you will get burned out, then turned out.

Im gonna keep comin stong, song after song,

Ya thought Id fade, well ya did wrong.

Im the imperial threat for this sound fools.

Ha ha, here comes the lyrical beatdown.