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Текст (слова) песни: Vanilla Ice - Hit`em hard



Written by: Vanilla Ice, Tha Hit Men, Darryl Delite
Allamby, Zero
Produced by: Vanilla Ice & Zero
Published by: Ice Baby Music, Inc., DJ Zero Music, Inc.,
Oliver and Cooley Music Publishing, BMI.
Keyboards: Darryl Delite Allamby
Background vocals (rap): Vanilla Ice
Mix by: Vanilla Ice
Synchclavier engineer: Robert Wechsler
Recorded & Mixed at Luminous Studios, Inc.

Here comes the lyrical breakdown,
Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown,
It`s the Ice Man slicin`, dicin`.
Hittin` like Tyson.
So listen to the rhythm I givin` em,
My lyrics got the impact of a Mac truck
When I`m sendin` `em
Yo, my funky rhymes flow,
Kickin it like psycho
And I`m exploding like nitro-glis,
Coming like a hurricane bliss,
Straight sacking the track like a quarterback
My man Zero is back with a killer slice,
I`m blowin` up the mic,
Ya damn right, Vanilla Ice
With twice the punch,
I put the crunch on Marky
And take the funky out of his bunch.
I hit the home run
You got to third base, son.
I`m in first place,
Take a seat clown for the beatdown.

Uh, tonight`s the night of the big fight,
With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights.
Ready to swing it like a Louisville slugger,
Right at the head of a sucka,
Crack home run.
how did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? Uh!
I tried to make your head ring like a church bell.
I put it on ya hard
I`ll make ya hurt well,
Cuz you fell into my booby traps
No more good vibrations,
I`m tired of your boots raps,
So I eat ya like scooby snacks,
An maybe roll you like a zig zag
Or smoke you like a hootie mac,
You did what I did,
So you`re gonna lose kid,
Cuz to me you`re still a new kid on the block
Get off my jock,
Get off my diznok
Before you get dropped
For the beatdown

Yeh, this is the last verse,
Should I say the last round.
And its time I knock out another class clown.
Sit down and take notes
As Vanilla kicks ballistics withdope lyrics,
Oh waht a pity, though
Cuz ya had to spend three million dollars on your video.
It was video and I can admit that,
All that money`s wasted cuz your songs wacked,
I make stuff to make the people gather.
An` let `em see us in a pit,
I wanna slam dance with ya, Hammer.
Now can I kick it, of course I can.
yo, you will get burned out, then turned out.
I`m gonna keep comin stong, song after song,
Ya thought I`d fade, well ya did wrong.
I`m the imperial threat for this sound fools.
Ha Ha, here comes the lyrical beatdown.

 

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