Hit'em hard Lyrics by Vanilla Ice
Written by: Vanilla Ice, Tha Hit Men, Darryl Delite
Allamby, Zero
Produced by: Vanilla Ice & Zero
Published by: Ice Baby Music, Inc., DJ Zero Music, Inc.,
Oliver and Cooley Music Publishing, BMI.
Keyboards: Darryl Delite Allamby
Background vocals (rap): Vanilla Ice
Mix by: Vanilla Ice
Synchclavier engineer: Robert Wechsler
Recorded & Mixed at Luminous Studios, Inc.
Here comes the lyrical breakdown,
Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown,
It's the Ice Man slicin', dicin'.
Hittin' like Tyson.
So listen to the rhythm I givin' em,
My lyrics got the impact of a Mac truck
When I'm sendin' 'em
Yo, my funky rhymes flow,
Kickin it like psycho
And I'm exploding like nitro-glis,
Coming like a hurricane bliss,
Straight sacking the track like a quarterback
My man Zero is back with a killer slice,
I'm blowin' up the mic,
Ya damn right, Vanilla Ice
With twice the punch,
I put the crunch on Marky
And take the funky out of his bunch.
I hit the home run
You got to third base, son.
I'm in first place,
Take a seat clown for the beatdown.
Uh, tonight's the night of the big fight,
With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights.
Ready to swing it like a Louisville slugger,
Right at the head of a sucka,
Crack home run.
how did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? Uh!
I tried to make your head ring like a church bell.
I put it on ya hard
I'll make ya hurt well,
Cuz you fell into my booby traps
No
Allamby, Zero
Produced by: Vanilla Ice & Zero
Published by: Ice Baby Music, Inc., DJ Zero Music, Inc.,
Oliver and Cooley Music Publishing, BMI.
Keyboards: Darryl Delite Allamby
Background vocals (rap): Vanilla Ice
Mix by: Vanilla Ice
Synchclavier engineer: Robert Wechsler
Recorded & Mixed at Luminous Studios, Inc.
Here comes the lyrical breakdown,
Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown,
It's the Ice Man slicin', dicin'.
Hittin' like Tyson.
So listen to the rhythm I givin' em,
My lyrics got the impact of a Mac truck
When I'm sendin' 'em
Yo, my funky rhymes flow,
Kickin it like psycho
And I'm exploding like nitro-glis,
Coming like a hurricane bliss,
Straight sacking the track like a quarterback
My man Zero is back with a killer slice,
I'm blowin' up the mic,
Ya damn right, Vanilla Ice
With twice the punch,
I put the crunch on Marky
And take the funky out of his bunch.
I hit the home run
You got to third base, son.
I'm in first place,
Take a seat clown for the beatdown.
Uh, tonight's the night of the big fight,
With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights.
Ready to swing it like a Louisville slugger,
Right at the head of a sucka,
Crack home run.
how did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? Uh!
I tried to make your head ring like a church bell.
I put it on ya hard
I'll make ya hurt well,
Cuz you fell into my booby traps
No