Miami’s on the scene just in case you didn’t know it
My town, that created all the bass sounds
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
‘Cause my style’s like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept
We make it hype I know you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice it up like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ’s say "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug I’d sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it is time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem, yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revovles it!
Ice Ice Baby
Throw your hands in the air let me know your out there
Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby
Throw your hands in the air let me know your out there
Ice Ice Baby
Too fucking cold
Too Cold
Too Cold
Too Cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too Cold
Too Cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too Cold
Too Cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too Cold
Too Cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too Cold
Too Cold
Compositores: Robert Matthew Van Winkle (Vanilla Ice), Ronald Jr, Ross Robinson, Douglas Ardito, James Larkin, Casey Chmielinski, Scott Borland ECAD: Obra #29052516 Fonograma #12709428