Vanilla Sprite Remix

[Intro: Vanilla Ice & Rick Ross]
Well, I walk on through smoke on the stage and the girls scream
Make 'em hot, make 'em melt like ice cream
Biggest boss
Forgiato!
Forgiato Blow, Rick Ross! (M-M-Maybach Music)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Blonde chick in a yellow Lamborghini
B-Bad bitches keep me on repeat (Boss)
New whips, but I never ride stock (Stock)
Need a Bach like Yung Joc
Balling as I'm coming down Collins (Boss)
Big rings, all eyes from the robbers
But they know fat boy stay strapped (Stay strapped)
With a callgirl on my lap (M-M-Maybach Music)
2-2 M's in the briefcase
Money on time, broke niggas wanna be late
Three-three shots like I'm D. Wade
20 deep up until she’s like a B-day
Game-Game of Thrones, I'm a king (King)
Purple Sprite, I'm on lean (On lean)
Forgiato on the team! (My nigga!)
9 digits, not a dream (Dream) (Maybach Music!)
Biggest boss on the block, me
Baddest bitches wanna top me
Counterfeit bills, not me
Chicas know to call me "Papi"
Hundred bands, I go dumb with (Dumb with)
Half a million, I have fun with (Ball)
Bell hopper, let's shop
White Rolls Royce, no top (Biggest)

[Verse 2: Forgiato Blow]
Here's a little something that you need to know
How I went from Lil Kurt to Forgiato Blow
Used to get picked on 'cause my people had dough
Now I got it on my own, I'm just lettin' it show
Used to be the black sheep of my fam
I left the past in the past and I let that shit go
I remember when I used to keep my beard real low
Had to Ross up on her so I let my shit grow
Had to boss up on 'em, went and got me a Ghost
Not lyin' but for real that's my number one goal
That's the reason why I rap, so you can keep the plaques
I just need it all white, want my rims to match

[Chorus: Forgiato Blow]
(Ice, ice, baby) Living that dream, pouring up my trap queen
(Ice, ice, baby) If music was the drug, you know I'd be the plug
(Ice, ice, baby) Streching that lean, pouring up my trap queen
(Ice, ice, baby) If music was the drug, guarantee I'd be the plug

[Verse 3: Forgiato Blow]
Now I'm glad that I got the party jumpin'
But if anybody step on my Nikes, be bumpin'
And security's my cousin
So I paid him twenty dollars and he let me bring my gun in

[Verse 4 - Vanilla Ice]
Boom - what you gonna do now?
Vanilla Ice in the mix, thought you knew now (What?)
Mad cribs, money stacks - yo, I still got 'em
Fancy ships, candy tracks - yo, I still cop 'em
Platinum flows filled with facts - yo I still drop 'em
Your favorite rapper ain't V-Ice? Yo - I still top 'em
Got a sold out world tour - no stoppin'
Go to Tiffany's and do a little shopping, huh
I like to go fast anywhere, Lamborghini
Like Knight Rider, Good Times, I Dream of Jeannie
Electrifying red carpet - y'all know
Call me Madden cause my game is rocking them shows
The industry should call me Stomp - I'm stepping on them toes
Build another crib by the ocean, I suppose
This ain't no dream, I just get it how I live it
(Alright stop!) - That's how it goes

[Chorus: Forgiato Blow]
(Ice, ice, baby) Living that dream, pouring up my trap queen
(Ice, ice, baby) If music was the drug, you know I'd be the plug
(Ice, ice, baby) Streching that lean, pouring up my trap queen
(Ice, ice, baby) If music was the drug, guarantee I'd be the plug

[Outro: Vanilla Ice]
Girls were hot, girls, girls
Girls were hot, less-less than bikinis
Girls were hot, girls, girls
Girls were hot, less-less than bikinis
Girls were hot, girls, girls
Girls were hot, less-less than bi-