Hey Hitrack...
This is to Vanilla Ice's "Ice, Ice, Baby"
(could not find the MP3 version)
Yo VTEC! Let's Kick It! Rice, Rice Baby.
Alright, stop . . . Collaborate and Listen,
Rice is Back with a brand new invention,
Chopped springs hug tha road tightly,
6 Inch exhaust tip flows loud nightly,
Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know.
Hit my neon lights, and I'll glow.
Too the extreme, my car looks like a candle,
And the Paint looks like it was done by a vandal,
Dance! I got a speaker that booms!
This car ain't a car, it's a mobile sound room.
Bass, Listen to tha melody,
If it was louder, yo, it'd be a felony.
Love it or leave it, you can't gain way.
With my Type-R sticker, I'll lose to you any day!
If there's a problem, yo, I'll solve it . . .
Check out my rims, when my front drive revolves it . . .
Rice, Rice Baby!
Now, my suspension's jumpin', my bumper hit the ground,
but who cares? I'm bumpin'.
Quick to tha point, I ain't fakin'.
Fryin' Escorts like a pound of bacon.
Burnin' 'Em, 'Cause I'm quick and nimble,
You can't fade me and my VTEC symbol,
'Cause you're a poser in your souped up 5.0,
I'm gonna roll, Hey, where's that 5.0?
Rollin', in my 2.0, leanin' to the right,
So I can shift on the go . . .
The girlies all say, "Hey, you!"
But could I see? No, 'cause the spoiler blocked my view . . .
So I kept on, pursuin' to the next stop,
I bust a left, and I'm headin' to the next stop.
Tha girls looked hot, wearin' their bikinis,
I saw a few chumps drivin' stock Lamborghinis,
Jealous, 'cause I'm drivin' mine, I'm ready punks,
So, watch out for my Nine. Why you lookin' at me funny?
I'll cap you next time, if there's a problem, yo, I'll solve it,
Check out my rims, while my front drive revolves it.
Rice, Rice Baby! Rice, Rice Baby!
Take heat, 'cause I'm a Honda Poet.
Acura's on tha scene, in case you didn't know it.
My exhaust tip created all the bass sound,
Rumbles enough to put holes in tha ground,
'Cause my ride's style is real,
With an exhaust tone that ya can feel!
2 foot spoiler with a 6 inch exhaust tip,
Yo, it's a hell of a concept, so fast all the eights say, "Damn."
If rice was a drug, I'll sell it by the gram.
If there's a problem, yo, I'll solve it . . .
Check out my rims, while my front drive revolves it.
Rice, Rice Baby . . .