Ice Ice Baby (Zumba Remix) Hip Hop || DanceFit University

Let's kick it! Alright stop, collaborate and listen. ICE is back with a brand new invention. Something grabs a hold of me tightly. Float like a harpoon daily and nightly. Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know. Turn off the lights, huh, and I'll glow. To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal. Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle. Dance, brush the speaker that booms. I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom. Deadly, when I play a dope melody. Anything less than the best is a felony. Love it or leave it, you better gain weight. You better hit the bullseye, the kid don't play. And if there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it. Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it. Ice, ice, baby. Now that the party is jumping. With the bass kick in and the Vegas all pumping. Quick to the point, to the point, no faking. Cooking emcees like a pound of bacon. Burning em, if you're not quick and nimble. I go crazy when I hear a cymbal and a hi-hat. With a souped up tempo, I'm on a roll. It's time to go solo. Rolling, in my 5.0. With the rag top down so my hair can blow. The girlie's on standby, waving just to say hi. Did you stop? No, I just drove by. Kept on, pursuing to the next stop. I bust a left and I'm heading to the next stop. The block was dead, yo, so I continued to A1A. Beachfront Avenue. Girls were hot, wearing less than bikinis. Rockman lovers, driving Lamborghinis. Jealous, cause I'm out getting mine. Shade with a cage and vanilla with a nine. Ready, for the chumps on the wall. The chumps acting ill cause they're full of egg ball. Gunshots, ranged out like a bell. I grabbed my nine, all I heard were shells. Falling, on the concrete real fast. Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas. Bumper to bumper, the avenue's packed. I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack. Police on the scene, you know what I mean? They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends. If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it. Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it. Ice, ice, baby. Take heed, cause I'm a lyrical poet. Miami's on the scene, just in case you didn't know it. My town, that created all the bass sound. Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground. My style's like a chemical spill. These are rhymes you can vision and feel. Conducted in form, this is a hell of a concept. We make it hype, and you wanna step with this. Shape lays on the face. Slice like a ninja. Cut like a razor. Play so fast, other DJs say damn. Rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram. Keep my composure when it's time to get loose. Magnetized by the mic when I kick my juice. If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it. Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it. Ice, ice, baby. Yo man, let's get outta here. Word to your mother. Ice, ice, baby, to go.