Released: October 20, 1998
Songwriter: Vanilla Ice
Producer: Ross Robinson
[Verse 1]
Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin' with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast 'em in the head
Till they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
[Gunshot sounds] And you fools drop
[Scratching ''Pop Goes the Weasel'']
Was a big fl-fl-flop flop
Brothers didn't like your record
Cause it wasn't hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis, cause you sold gold
Still, I made a killin
And it ain't even a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming spice while my DJ's on the slice
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of
The Ice King
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
[Hook]
Why is that I disperse
Why does god shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
Why is that I disperse
Why does god shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
It's my living condition
It's my living condition
It's my living condition
It's my living condition
[Verse 2]
Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on
I rock records, every record at random
Flyin heads, as the heads get full
Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn
To my tomb
I'm wicked as a witch on a broom stick
I smash bricks with one lick
[Hook]
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
[Verse 3]
You don't get a second chance
Causing tremors I break the richer scales in half
Call the cops, the paramedics, the man's down
You wanna rock my bell so I broke them down
My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip
And you ain't nothing but my itty-bitty target
And as I walk through the valley of sin
I walk with all you, my friends
Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin' with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast 'em in the head
Till they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
[Gunshot sounds] And you fools drop
[Scratching ''Pop Goes the Weasel'']
Was a big fl-fl-flop flop
Brothers didn't like your record
Cause it wasn't hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis, cause you sold gold
Still, I made a killin
And it ain't even a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming spice while my DJ's on the slice
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of
The Ice King
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
[Hook]
Why is that I disperse
Why does god shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
Why is that I disperse
Why does god shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
It's my living condition
It's my living condition
It's my living condition
It's my living condition
[Verse 2]
Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on
I rock records, every record at random
Flyin heads, as the heads get full
Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn
To my tomb
I'm wicked as a witch on a broom stick
I smash bricks with one lick
[Hook]
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
[Verse 3]
You don't get a second chance
Causing tremors I break the richer scales in half
Call the cops, the paramedics, the man's down
You wanna rock my bell so I broke them down
My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip
And you ain't nothing but my itty-bitty target
And as I walk through the valley of sin
I walk with all you, my friends