Freestyle — текст песни (Vanilla Ice)





freestylevanilla ice

Freestylin on the mic get in the go

Freestylin on the mic so let if flow

Freestylin on the mic get in the go

First on the microphonepsycho



Taking rappers like hot dice, like hot nights in vegas

Got says they hate us cause they are f*****g with the greatest

Ni@@ers that pull gats and steal gats just like potatoes

Knowing they couldnt break us or take us now fake us take us out - no doubt

Make us serve your ass with a teck

Making rappers bow down like the westside connect

I want the ice like cube, so I blast with the mac 10

But trust me, Im throwing up the dub just like dub c

Plus we f***s it up on both coasts

Dont show clouts when I rip shot, putt ni@@ers in zip lock

F*****g with this hip hop fanatics still automatic

Yes I smoke kryptonite, get it right, my s^^t is tight

Got wicked ways like mr. mike

Get the gauge in the night these ni@@ers running loose, get the bodies

These ni@@ers in khakis and not versace

Somebody should have told you, son its on like that

With the ice man bitch and I am gone like that



Freestylin on the mic get in the go

Freestylin on the mic so let it flow

Freestylin on the mic get in the go

And next on the microphone c-note



I got some bidnezthat I gotta handle

S^^t is kinda risky but Im gonna have to take the gamble

Ni@@ers they trying to plot a scheme on me

Double and triple teams on me

Ill make them bleed for me

And thats how it is going down

I wont be satisfied until I see that ass six feet underground

Cause you f****d around and pissed the wrong brother off

You lied to yourself when you said I was soft

Now thats a no no, with manhole Ill formulate a plan yo

That will make your children bastards and your wife a widow

Trying to battle me thats a sin

And be like toni braxton and youll never breath again

Cause I hit hard like thunder, straight from the under

Ground with the sound that will make stevie wonder

Hard, but let me continue

Serving mcs like lettuce on the menu

Pound for pound up in this game to be the best

Back the f**k up off me motherf****r cause Im stressed

Youll wind up in a casket f*****g with me

You get your ass kicked - hit you harder than an accident



Lets get down to pleasure

And beat the kid out the treasure

Let me measure this here joint cause itll be nothing lesser

Ill betcha that Ill get it wide open like hostetler

Vanilla kobe surround all of you like kobe

And leave you in suspense like who done that

You checked with grandma

Ill be the last man standing off lyrical stamina

I round up 100 mcs in one city

Knock off 99 and a half

And that leaves a half that wanna face me

Ill leave him face down in the dirt

Call the paramedics check the body for surgery with anesthetic

Total mass in a mass stocker, hit the creator

Set it off like michael meyers in a double feature

Feature funky rhymes that are hard to swallow

Send your ass until tomorrow, youll be hoping to escape the horror

Now pay attention to todays lesson

And in for your possession

Recognize these freestyle confession

Ill step aside a case like kojak giving up the evidence but I leave no

Fingerprints

Yo put the scrip off in a case like mattlock

Come bumpin on your block

And clean your ass up like dr. spock



Freestylin on the mic get in the go

Freestylin on the mic so let it flow

Freestylin on the mic get in the go

And next on the mic its the ice, so let it flow!



Its the incredible party rocker, the heart stopper, hit dropper

Hypnotize you all like big poppa

Getting everybody blazed with the funky dont stop

As I detonate the spot like oklahoma on your block

Like it will be the day that I dont blow up any buildings

When you hear me boy gonna beat the microphone Im killing

Registering 10 on the richter when I shake it

With the earthquake based my taste blowing out your woofers

Put you in a state of shock like mick and mike so get it right

Making is the night

Just to let you know my click is tight, right

We got women up front shaking ass

Just about stripping want to put on the glass

Pass the phat philly as I heat it up like chili

Put down the gun son, there is no need for the 9 milli

Got the meat for the barbecue so spark a few hops

Watch as I raid your spot like spartan infatruate your whole block



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