It's A Party - Vanilla Ice

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...