It`s A Party Lyrics

It`s A Party

Yea...Vanillas' stand the world on a chair. Yea! 

 Vanilla 'll knock 'em down on their rear. Yea! 

 Vanilla 'll make 'em all stand up and cheer. Yea! 

 He's the Vanilla!  Break, break, break down. 

  

 Sparklin' like a towerin' inferno 

 You wanna' learn my songs, This ain't no journal 

 It blemished my rhyme, Because I'm drawin' the line 

 Don't celebrate too soon, 'cause I'm goin' for mine 

 Just a character in a made up cartoon 

 Like Witchel and hazel, Boy, you're pushin' a broom 

 So get a new life or come equipped with the best 

 Mark another one for Ice, let the microphone rest 

 Just listen to my groove, the beat is strong 

 And I'll rock it now, I need a microphone 

 I'm in the mood to dance, I'm in the mood to prance 

 You tried me once but now you're takin' a chance 

 Because i rock with flavor, Hard as lifesaver 

 You asked for dope, Ha...That's what I gave ya' 

 A chance to go but now you move too slow 

 My juice is pumped and I'm ready to go 

  

 Go...It's a party...Come on...Let's do this...Come on... 

  

 Real good...Into a new phase, jumpin' up the airwaves 

 And now you're amazed 'cause it's hip hop that you crave 

 Becuase I'm hyped like an addict, there's no drug involved 

 The only thing I need is my record revolved 

 Def comin' dtrong, hard like a matador 

 I saw my style, my soul, up on the dance floor 

 I wanna' see ya' shake, shake and shiver 

 You're a charity case, and Ice is the giver 

 I'm givin' you what you want but you're dumb and naive 

 You can't cope with the dop Ice has concieved 

 Which is a dope jam, hotter than the third degree 

 You tried my style but I burn you see 

 I'm Ice and I'm cold, I'm buildin' igloos of gold 

 You wanna' bite my style, you gotta' have soul 

 'Cause a dope like this is not easy to come by 

 You don't buy it on, it comes out your HiFi 

  

 It's a party...Come on...'Let's do this... 

  

 You think it's funy to lack but I'm a brother to Mack 

 The 808 kickin' base from a dope drum track 

 I'm the coolest of cool, kickin' cools silly fools 

 You r posse's takin' a dip and Vanilla's the pool 

 Get ready for my ritual, it's at its' peak 

 Silly punks bow down 1st the lyricist speak 

 Intruders get slayed, My pockets get paid 

 The girlie is jockin' it and just got laid 

 See I'm the press you elect, Keep the record erect 

 In effect, damn, ain't that what you expect? 

 Earthquake is on the funk, My homie's not a punk 

 Take you antique rhymes and self 'em as junk 

 You see, we won't come front' and sellin' drugs and all that shit 

 Fake caddies, mack daddies, ain't even legit 

 So, get a beeper, you're a sleeper and you need to wake up 

 So make the record transform so Carwin Vegas 

  

 It's a party...Come on...Let's do this... 

  

 Do it! We don't need no music 

 'Cause all we wanna' do, Is sing and dance and party down 

 I'm the best, He's the Vanilla 

  

 It's a party...Come on...Let's do this