Alright, stop, collaborate, and listen
 Ice is back with a brand-new invention
 To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal
 Light up the stage and wax a chump like a candle
 (Will it ever stop?) Yo, I don't know
 Turn off the lights, watch me glow
 Yo, ice, ice, baby
 Yo, ice, ice, baby
 Yo, ice, ice, baby
 Yo, ice, ice, baby
 Yo, Vanilla, be good
 Crazy 'bout a cymbal and a souped-up tempo
 I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo
 Rollin' in my 5.0
 With my ragtop down, so my hair can blow
 Girlies on standby, waving just to say hi
 Yo, (did you stop?) No, I just flew by
 Yo, ice, ice, baby
 Yo, ice, ice, baby
 Yo, ice, ice, baby
 Yo, ice, ice, baby
 Yo, Vanilla, be good
 
 You better take heed, I'm a lyrical poet
 Bubba's on the scene, just in case you don't know it
 Cut like a razor blade, DJs say, "dang!"
 If my rhyme was a drug, yo, I'd sell it by the gram
 (Hey, if there was a problem?) Yo, I'd solve it
 Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
 Yo, ice, ice, baby
 Yo, ice, ice, baby
 Yo, ice, ice, baby
 Yo, ice, ice, baby
 Yo, Vanilla, be good