Dunn Natt - Vanilla Ice

Mansion on the hill, dunn natt

Seventeen mill', dunn natt

Makin' mega hits, dunn natt

Rockstar shit, dunn natt

Philly blunts whiffin', dunn natt

Cocaine sniffin', dunn natt

Jagger Meister sippin', dunn natt

Robbin' out and Trippin', dunn natt

I got millions of dollars, I’ve been spendin' em

I love rap, I paved the way for Eminem

Needless to say, I rap back today

Y’all forgot about me like y’all forgot about Dre

But I’m still here, with no fear

I say what I want and make sure it’s clear

Cuz it’s been a long time, since you’ve seen me

On the TV, Trak Starz here for sheezy

Takin' what’s mine because it’s my time

To hit y’all with a new style of rhyme, yeah

This is hip rock, it can’t be stopped

Bomb the system straight to the top

Mansion on the hill, dunn natt

Seventeen mill', dunn natt

Makin' mega hits, dunn natt

Rockstar shit, dunn natt

Philly blunts whiffin', dunn natt

Cocaine sniffin', dunn natt

Jagger Meister sippin', dunn natt

Robbin' out and Trippin', dunn natt

Remember Ice, Ice, Baby?

Drove you crazy, then I was big as Jay-Z

I got paid and I got Swayze

Eating shrimp with my feet up kinda made me lazy

I bought about 10 cars, about 5 cribs

Out in the woods, nobody knows where I live

Got a beautiful wife, and 2 kids

But I’m married to hip hop, and that’s how it is cuz

Mansion on the hill, dunn natt

Seventeen mill', dunn natt

Makin' mega hits, dunn natt

Rockstar shit, dunn natt

Philly blunts whiffin', dunn natt

Cocaine sniffin', dunn natt

Jagger Meister sippin', dunn natt

Robbin' out and Trippin', dunn natt

I’m the illest Caucasian, rhymes blazin'

17 platinum, double diamond amazin'

Now just listen to the sound I kick

Chillin' with the Trak Starz watching gangsta flicks

Now whatcha know about me, know I’ve been there and I’ve done it

Celebrity status, I done rocked over a hundred

Million, leave my mark straight up in this game

V-Ice homie, you will never forget my name

Already had the fame, I felt the mental strain

I’ve dealt with the haters and the self-inflicted pain

And I’m stained, scarred with the life of a rockstar

Mansions and parties, drugs and them hot cars

Fifty-three foot yacht, pocket full of lots

Hundreds like I’m wanted by the cops, but I’m not

Mansion on the hill, dunn natt

Seventeen mill', dunn natt

Makin' mega hits, dunn natt

Rockstar shit, dunn natt

Philly blunts whiffin', dunn natt

Cocaine sniffin', dunn natt

Jagger Meister sippin', dunn natt

Robbin' out and Trippin', dunn natt

The moral of the story is

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger

Believe that

And I’m done with all that