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Vanilla Ice - Fame

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[Verse 1]
Now everybody wants to have fame
But you`ll pay the price if you`re not playin` it by the game
Cuz this game is made up of a bunch of crazy rules
And fools get took if they`re not playing by the rules
Now, the Ice is kickin` it, kickin` it kickin` it like a champ
But don`t try to play me like some wet food stamp
They say that it was a fluke
cuz I used a fat loop
But here`s the sccop, troop
The Ice is back to make it hoop
An` since it`s 94, and now I`m back on the scene
Escapin from the hell of takin` it to the extreme
It`s kind of strange, cuz people say you`ve changed..
But I never changed
Even though I got Fame
Yo, I`m still the same... Ugh!

[Verse 2]
Fame, I`m still the same person
I never ever switch, an` even if I`m rich
But now it`s like an itch
Cuz I love the music
They say I do it for the money
And it`s funny, clockin` all the honeys:
The ones that used to dis
Now they wanna kiss
Lookin` at what my troops got
Now they`re getting their boots knocked
Damn it`s a shame - do I love `em
No I don`t "G"
A couple of years ago, they didn`t want me
Now I got these so called friends
It`s down with the Ice, Cuz they know I`m makin` ends
But my real friends have been friends through the fame
An` since I have fame ain`t a damn thing changed
Yo I`m still the same... Ugh!

[Verse 3]
And let me tell you about the pros and the cons
Fame only lasts if you keep droppin` them bombs
Now in the public eye - you know I`m havin` to admit it
You become a target for a whole lot of critics
Reporters stickin` to ya like white on rice
Now everywhere I go they wanna interview the Ice
Before every show it`s like I`m steadily surrounded
By all of my fans and the media`s houndin`
This is not a dis cuz I love all my fans
But the media doesn`t really understand
They take what ya say, twist it around into lies
And the next thing ya know
A bunch of rumors start to fly
Then they try to make you out to be a straight liar
And next you`ll be the front page of the National Enquirer
Oh what a price to pay to play this crazy game
You betta` be prepared if you ever reach fame
Yo, I`m still the same... Ugh!

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