My High Top Fade (Radio Version)
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Lyrics
My High Top Fade, gold rope round my neck
Suckas step aside gimme respect
My High Top gets higher and fatter
Another inch more wouldn’t matter
Wax it up, get my comb
Pump it up, give it tone
When it’s up I feel ten feet tall
Makes me wanna say “yes, yes, y’all”
Hundred dollar shoes, twenty dollar haircut
Gold chain swinging as I do my strut
Schoolly D keeps rocking in my player
I do like rock so I like Slayer
Rock on the mic cuz you know I will
My first name is Joe V, last is name is Ill
With a High Top and a fat gold chain
There’s no question that I ‘am the main
Event – or so they say
The grand finale to the break of day
My High Top Fade
On the top of my head that’s where it’s at
Know what they say bout big hair, big hats
I rock the box not the “Ice, Ice Baby”
Not a pompadour that’s short and wavy
Valley Girl: O... M... G! Oh 'ma 'gah! Look! It’s Vanilla Ice!
Stop calling me Vanilla you teeny boppers
You ain’t down with me, you ain’t no Hip Hoppers
Just take your ignorance and shove it
I have the High Top, why cuz I love it
Nothing you can say will ever faze me
It’s easier to shout my name and praise me
The king is here, but I wear no crown, ask why
Homeboys: WHY
Cuz my hairs to high
So I’ll just chill in my B-Boy stance, see?
And get my fresh cut from John Mansi
My High Top Fade
