I hate when Patti is right. She told me to ice my back from the weekend and it helped. Damn.
I’ve been trying something under the radar this week, I’m going to try and tie in the lyric to the subject of the post from now on. We’ll see how this goes.
Lyric
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous ’cause I’m out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they’re so full of “Eight Ball”
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
-Vanilla Ice, Ice Ice Baby