[Intro]
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
Go...it`s a party...come on...let`s do this...come on..
[Verse 2]
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` strong, 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 hi-fi
[Chorus]
It`s a party...come on...`let`s do this..
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
It`s a party...come on...let`s do this..
[Outro]
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
[Chorus]
It`s a party...come on...let`s do this..
