Vanilla Ice Fame Lyrics

Mind Blowin Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Live Intro
  • 2 Fame
  • 3 Get ’em Now
  • 4 The Wrath
  • 5 Roll ’em Up
  • 6 Hit ’em Hard
  • 7 Smooth Interlude
  • 8 Now & Forever
  • 9 ICEMAN Party
  • 10 Oh My Gosh
  • 11 Minutes of Power
  • 12 I Go Down
  • 13 Bullet on the Chart
  • 14 Phunky Rhymes
  • 15 Blowin’ My Mind
  • 16 Son of a Gun
  • 17 Get Loose
  • [Verse 1]
    Now everybody wants to have fame
    But you'll pay the price if you're not playin' it by the game
    'cause this game is made up of a bunch of crazy rules
    And fools get took if they're not playing by the rules
    Now, the Ice is kickin' it, kickin' it kickin' it like a champ
    But don't try to play me like some wet food stamp
    They say that it was a fluke
    'cause I used a fat loop
    But here's the sccop, troop
    The Ice is back to make it hoop
    An' since it's 94, and now I'm back on the scene
    Escapin from the hell of takin' it to the extreme
    It's kind of strange, 'cause people say you've changed..
    But I never changed
    Even though I got Fame
    Yo, I'm still the same... Ugh!

    [Verse 2]
    Fame, I'm still the same person
    I never ever switch, an' even if I'm rich
    But now it's like an itch
    'cause I love the music
    They say I do it for the money
    And it's funny, clockin' all the honeys:
    The ones that used to dis
    Now they want to kiss
    Lookin' at what my troops got
    Now they're getting their boots knocked
    Damn it's a shame - do I love 'em
    No I don't "G"
    A couple of years ago, they didn't want me
    Now I got these so called friends
    It's down with the Ice, 'cause they know I'm makin' ends
    But my real friends have been friends through the fame
    An' since I have fame ain't a damn thing changed
    Yo I'm still the same... Ugh!

    [Verse 3]
    And let me tell you about the pros and the cons
    Fame only lasts if you keep droppin' them bombs
    Now in the public eye - you know I'm havin' to admit it
    You become a target for a whole lot of critics
    Reporters stickin' to ya like white on rice
    Now everywhere I go they want to interview the Ice
    Before every show it's like I'm steadily surrounded
    By all of my fans and the media's houndin'
    This is not a dis 'cause I love all my fans
    But the media doesn't really understand
    They take what ya say, twist it around into lies
    And the next thing ya know
    A bunch of rumors start to fly
    Then they try to make you out to be a straight liar
    And next you'll be the front page of the National Enquirer
    Oh what a price to pay to play this crazy game
    You betta' be prepared if you ever reach fame
    Yo, I'm still the same... Ugh!

    Written by: Patrick Rollins, Robert Van Winkle
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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