This is a song about "Ice"

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

You lyrics suck, thats why your at the bottom with vanilla ice

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

I'm so cold, yo i'm frozen "ice"

Sky high, iced out paradise

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow