Fame

[Chorus]
Check it out, check, check it out, ugh!
Check it out, check, check it out, ugh!
Check it out, check, check it out
I got a story to tell...

[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 was a fluke 'cause I used a phat loop
But here's the scoop, troop, the Ice is back to make it hoop
And 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 the people say you've changed
But I never changed
Even though I got fame, yo, I'm still the same, ugh!

[Chorus]
Check it out, check, check it out, ugh!
Check it out, check, check it out, ugh!
Check it out, check, check it out
I got a story to tell...

[Verse 2]
Fame, I'm still the same person
I never ever switch, and 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 diss
Now they wanna 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
That's down with the Ice, 'cause they know I'm makin' ends
But my real friends have been friends through the fame
And since I have fame, ain't a damn thing changed
Yo, I'm still the same, ugh!

[Chorus]
Check it out, check, check it out, ugh!
Check it out, check, check it out, ugh!
Check it out, check, check it out
I got a story to tell...

[Bridge]
And the winner is...
Vanilla Ice!

[Chorus]
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I got a story to tell...

[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 you like white on rice
Now everywhere I go, they wanna 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 diss 'cause see, I love all my fans
But the media doesn't really understand
They take what you say, twist it around into lies
And the next thing you 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 better be prepared if you ever reach fame
Yo, I'm still the same, ugh!

[Chorus]
Check it out, check, check it out, ugh!
Check it out, check, check it out, ugh!
Check it out, check, check it out
Yeah, my story's been told...