Livin Lyrics

Livin

Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers
need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna
blast em in the head till they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be
simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now
I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla Ice, vocal
hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
bop bop
bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over "pop goes the weasel"
was a big
fl-fl-flop flop
brother's didn't like your record `cause it wasn't hip hop
hop
but this ain't a dis `cause you sold gold
Still, I made a killin and
it ain't even a 10 - 11 million
given my rhyming spice while my DJs on the
slice
Vanilla Ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the Ice
King

No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop
me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop
me

Chorus
Why is that I disperse
Why does God shun
Why does my
man try to run my actions
Why is that I disperse
Why does God shun
Why
does my man try to run my actions
It's my living condition
It's my living
condition
It's my living condition
It's my living condition

Etch
on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you
might lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on
I rock
records, every record at random
Flyin heads, as the heads get
full
Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn
To my tomb
I'm wicked
as a witch on a broom stick
I smash bricks with one
lick


Chorus


No one will stop me
No one will stop
me
No one will stop me

You don't get a second chance
Cause and
tremors bring the scales in hand
Call the cops, the paramedics, the man's
down
You wanna rock my bell so I broke them down
My tongue snapped and
cracked like a bull whip
And you ain't nothing but my itty-bitty
target
And as I walk through the valley of sin
I walk with all you - my
friends

Produced by Ross Robinson