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.

 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

 Go...It's a party...Come on...Let's do this...Come on...

 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' dtrong, 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 HiFi

 It's a party...Come on...'Let's do this...

 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

 It's a party...Come on...Let's do this...

 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

 It's a party...Come on...Let's do this