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Rice Rice BABY
(Vanilla Rice, Earthquake, M. Smooth)
Yo VIP, Let's kick it!
RIce rIce Baby
rIce rIce Baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
rIce is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs ahold of me tightly
Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo-- I don't know
Turn off the lights 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
Bum rush 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 way
You better hit bull's eye
The kid don't play
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
rIce rIce Baby Vanilla
rIce rIce Baby Vanilla
rIce rIce Baby Vanilla
RIce RIce Baby Vanilla
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, and the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they'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 and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waiting just to say Hi
Did you stop?
No-- I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
Yo-- so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lambourghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with the guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine--
All I heard was 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
RIce RIce Baby Vanilla
RIce RIce Baby Vanilla
RIce RIce Baby Vanilla
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
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "damn"
If my 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 while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo-- I'll solve it!
Check out the hook While Deshay revolves it.
RIce RIce Baby Vanilla
RIce RIce Baby Vanilla
RIce RIce Baby Vanilla
RIce RIce Baby Vanilla Ice
Yo man-- Let's get out of here!
Word to your mother!
RIce RIce Baby Too cold
RIce RIce Baby Too cold Too cold
RIce RIce Baby Too cold Too cold
RIce RIce Baby Too cold Too cold

Went to the dog park today with one of my good friends. She will remain annonymous, because the story is kind of embarassing. One thing I gotta say about the dog park at hoyt lake (yea it's a soccer field, but there are more dogs there than soccer players) is that I love to watch the dynamics of the dogs and the owners. There is always an alfa, both among the people and the dogs. The dogs form packs and run and run and run. Unfortunately, my friends dog was drinking from nasty puddles. On the way home my friend was driving and I was in the passenger seat. The dog was in the back. This dog is like the size of a small horse. So we are just driving away and talking when out of no where the dog vomits all over me. It was everywhere and it soaked right through my jeans and underwear. She stops the car in the middle of the street blocking someones driveway. Of course someone happened to be leaving at that very moment, and saw me standing outside with puke all over my side. It was quite the spectacle, with my friend freaking out and me just laughing because what else was there to do? Needless to say, when I got home I stripped naked and hit the shower. Even when I got out after like 20 minutes I still felt like there was puke residue all over. Now I have to go to laundrymat. Maybe I'll go to Elmwood and Auburn. I never go to that one cause I always get annoyed there with their side loading washing machines. The top loaders are always taken.

Today I was at Hoyt Lake and counted 60 dead fish in the water. Those were only the ones that I saw on the surface. There were some signs of life. I saw lots of little fish, but all the fish that were dead appeared to be about 5-6 inches on avg. Heard several fish jumping out of water. Is that because they are happy, hungry, suffocating or having seizures?

Besides the deaths, the park was beautiful as always. Frederick Olmstead is a.o.k in my book.

Would love to hear people's theories regarding the dead fish.

Sacrificial Lamb of God taste good!



My dad made this tasty lamb for Easter dinner. When I walked into his house, I said it smells like Grandma's because she is the only one i know who cooks lamb.

Lamb of God, who take away the sins of the world, spare us, O Lord!.
Lamb of God, who take away the sins of the world, graciously hear us, O Lord!.
Lamb of God, who take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.

Ok I swear never to talk about lambs again!

Today I was sitting on the bench in front of Spot with my friend Justin. As we were enjoying our coffee this guy comes and asks to sit on the bench with us. He was wearing a hat with a bald eagle and the US flag. As he takes a seat he says, "Man, that girl in there has big titties." Immediately I felt uncomfortable. Justin decides to strike up a conversation with him. Then he tells us that he hasn't seen titties in so long because just got out of prison after being there for 6 months. Justin asks him what he was in for and he replies, "Oh I would rather not talk about that." I said, "Well you were the one that brought it up." Anyways, he continues to talk about titties. Finally, I said "Look, we don't like titties." He said, "oh, I kind of figured." Justin turns to me and asks if we can go and that was the end of that. Although this man was a teensy bit crazy, why do some guys feel the need to talk about titties to strangers as if they were speaking about the weather?