Vanilla Ice - Livin lyrics

[Verse 1] Here it is, a dope hit Iceman comin' with a dope hit Cause a few s**ers 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 s**ers keep sinking in my quicksand Vanilla ice, vocal hitman Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop [Gunshot sounds] And you fools drop [Scratching ''Pop Goes the Weasel''] Was a big fl-fl-flop flop Brothers 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 k**in And it ain't even a 10 - 11 million Given my rhyming spice while my DJ's 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 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 [Hook] No one will stop me No one will stop me No one will stop me [Verse 3] You don't get a second chance Causing tremors I break the richer scales in half 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