Vanilla Ice Get Loose 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]
    Get Loose
    Vanilla Ice is here with the juice
    No use for steppin' so give the bass a boost
    Produced by the 3 man crew
    Not a deuce just a hit man
    Keepin' rappers necks in a noose
    I'm gettin' juiced up
    But Vanilla's not souped up
    Check out the read dope track that I looped up
    All you pool but sucka's plain' the back in fact black
    If you run up I'll flip you like a flapjack
    An' roll you up like a knap pack
    Crack that skull with bat
    You should've known you're rap's wacked
    You lack the style and skill to even get paid
    Grab the mic and you will verbally get slayed
    I raid the track like a terrorist
    And with my napalm bomb lyrics
    I got 'em scared of this
    So be prepared to be taken to the Twilight Zone
    And the VIP is bad to the bone
    Ain't no way against me you can get juice
    Ain't no way against me you can get juice
    Ain't no way against me you can get juice
    Back off the stage
    An' watch Vanilla Ice get loose

    Get Loose...all the Ladies, Get Loose...all the Fellas, Get
    Loose...all the brothers, Get Loose...all the Mothers, Get
    Loose...all the Sisters, Get the Dogs, Get
    Loose...Everybody, here we go, here we go

    [Verse 2]
    Get loose as I boost the juice
    Once more for the people who wanted it
    And didn't know what's in store, I've got another big hit
    Of course a Vanilla rides the groove like a Gemballa Porsche
    I got Zero on the cut like a lumberjack better yet a Butcher
    Guaranteed to put cha in the right mood
    We make ya dance in a frenzy
    Sucka's gettin' mad 'cause I'm getting all the Skins, G
    Plus I'm makin' all the ends, G
    And the women want to ride my pickle like it was a bicycle
    Or just lick it like a Popsicle
    I got a little time to waste so baby put it in my face
    I want to taste you netcha and I bet-cha
    I get-cha, right where I wan-cha
    And I'm about to let-cha have it
    I'm talking about my carrot, you're the bunny rabbit
    Here it is baby doll, honey, grab it
    Open up so I can have it
    Ooh...wee do like BBD and do me baby
    You're the lady who makes me looney Screamin' Ice ice Baby
    Straight knockin' the boots just Cause I'm a super star
    And she knows this that's why I do her far
    Or should I say long, If you know what I mean
    I'm talking about my Ice cream yea
    I make the girls scream, as I give up the juice
    Vanilla Ice is here, to make the girls get loose..

    Written by: Jonathan H Smith, Katrina Laverne Taylor, Lasana B Smith

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