Vanilla Ice Prozac Lyrics

Hard to Swallow Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Living
  • 2 Scars
  • 3 Ecstasy
  • 4 Fuck Me
  • 5 Valley of Tears
  • 6 Zig Zag Stories
  • 7 Too Cold
  • 8 Prozac
  • 9 S.N.A.F.U.
  • 10 A.D.D.
  • 11 Stompin' Through the Bayou
  • 12 The Horny Song
  • 13 Freestyle
  • [Verse 1]
    Stop as I drop this bomb
    Blow up this place like another vietnam
    I'm heavy like a holyfield blow to the dome
    Back up son, now give me room, give me room
    I set it off like this, don't give it up (uh)
    I'm all up in you till you just can't get enough
    I'm real hard to the bone you want more
    I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
    Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
    So check the wrath it's for real cause I'm gonna get mine
    I roll up on you like eastwood
    I'm blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your neighborhood
    I spreads butter like parkay
    Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay
    Do what you feel and check the skill
    I'm in your grill, peep this - I got the raw deal
    And in your jeep cherokee or land cruiser
    When you're rolling through the hood I know you're gonna use a
    Track like this all up in your eardrum
    So pump the e.q. and let the speakers hum

    [Chorus]
    We gets crazy like prozac
    Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
    We gets crazy like prozac
    Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
    We gets crazy like prozac
    Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
    We gets crazy like prozac
    Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack

    [Verse 2]
    Go and check it I think it's time to wreck it
    Here I come again with my stuff, so let's test it
    I'm cool like the ice, or vanilla, hear my flavor
    Freezin up the mic, I hit you with somethin you can savor
    No slippin, no stonin, I am gettin to the point
    So hit the mad ism and light another joint
    The easy like stylist with a kick when I'm kicking
    No tripping, I'm hitting, so get a good grip in
    Get with a style I be using, and there's no dissin
    And here's a quick lesson - I carry a smith and wesson
    Listen up close and there'll be no confusion
    Now you're addicted to mentally abusing
    Word to the mother I'm hear to tear it up
    And if you can't get with it, I don't give a ****
    So run to your crew and tell them I am hear
    This here is for the people

    [Chorus]

    It's the funky rhyme killer
    The dope song thriller
    Get your *** back, before you get caps in ya
    It's the funky rhyme killer
    The dope song thriller
    Get your *** back, before you get caps in ya
    It's the funky rhyme killer
    The dope song thriller
    Get your *** back, before you get caps in ya

    [Chorus]

    Written by: Doug Ardito, Robert Van Winkle, Rodney Johnson
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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