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• Artiste: Vanilla Ice
• Titre: Fame
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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 scoop, 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! 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 yeas 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! 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!