Paroles: Vanilla Ice. Get Wit It.

Disaster, systems break when I quake
Make no mistake, the crowd stays awake when I'm
Shakin' and bakin' and I'm takin' all MC's
Smilin' on the mic 'cause I'm gonna make big gees

Pow, holy cow, it's like a bang or a boom
MC's see me comin' and they're clearin' the room
Outta my path 'cause they're scared of the result
Don't wanna battle 'cause to me that's an insult

Man, I wouldn't even lower myself
I got your record and put it on the shelf
I didn't play it, I used it as a frisbee
Your girl saw me doin' it and she kissed me

A good sport 'cause the ball's in my court
And in the long run I'm takin' no shorts
Slayin' competition till the parties done
You want a non-stop jam, here's the right one

Gotta get it going' on, get wit' it, bust that beat

Yes, I'm blessed and I must confess
Put me to the test and you'll say I'm the best
I don't joke, I don't even jest
Every line in my rhyme makes me better than the rest

I'll live high on the hog, on the fat of the land
God damn, I'll be so hot, I'll have to walk with a fan
On the brink of success, champagne & caviar
In limo's, just like a superstar

Business leave your number at my office
Not for sale, but the fans all bought this
Money pourin' in just like a faucet left on
'Cause my rhymes are that strong, last long

Just like the coppertop battery
You think I'm dope, come on, don't flatter me
'Cause I been hearin' that stuff for years
Respect from my peers and I'm changin' the gears

Of that hip-hop engine, not to mention
Retire at 21 and get a pension
Gonna bust it out and your welcome to come
You wanna non-stop jam here's the right one

Gotta get it going' on, get wit' it, bust that beat

Here's another rhyme to break the ice
You couldn't purchase my talent at any price
Don't chase a roni 'cause I know that I can get 'em
I'm not the type so I don't even sweat 'em

I'll love a girl and then dis the same one
'Cause you know that there's more where that came from
Yo, the one I want just walked through the threshold

So all you other girls are out in the cold for now
She's the only one for me
Who knows if we were meant to be

Together forever and that's a real long time
And you can tell I'm in the house by my dope rhyme
Man, I'm glad she came to her senses
And that she put down all her defenses

And finally gave her heart and soul
To the man behind the mic control
I'm here with her now, I'm ready for fun
You want a non-stop jam, here's the right one

Gotta get it going' on, get wit' it, bust that beat