Livin lyrics

Artist  : Vanilla Ice 
Song : Livin
 


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
bop bop bop
And you fools drop,
(scratching over "pop goes the weasel"
was a
big fl-fl-flop flop
brother's 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 DJs 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

Chorus
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

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


Chorus


No one will
stop me
No one will stop me
No one will
stop me

You don't get a second
chance
Cause and tremors bring the scales in
hand
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

Produced by Ross Robinson