I Got It Made - Vanilla Ice

I got my locs on, I got my locs on

And you can’t see my eyes, and you can’t see my eyes

I got my locs on, I got my locs on

And you can’t tell I’m high, and you can’t tell I’m high

I got my locs on, I got my locs on

And you can’t see my eyes, and you can’t see my eyes

I got my locs on, I got my locs on

And you can’t tell I’m high, and you can’t tell I’m high

Ice Cube:

I got my locs on, welcome to the terrordome

I got them carrots on givin off them pheromones

Women love it when they see me on that motorcycle

Niggas hate it cuz they know I’m makin more than Michael

Been ballin since the word ballin played out

They brought it back to describe me in that maybach

Me and Jeezy Jeezy rollin with our locs on

Smokin somethin good fuckin up the ozone

I got my locs on (Yeah), I got my locs on (uh)

And you can’t see my eyes (no), and you can’t see my eyes (no)

I got my locs on, I got my locs on

And you can’t tell I’m high, and you can’t tell I’m high (I'm so high)

I got my locs on, I got my locs on

And you can’t see my eyes, and you can’t see my eyes

I got my locs on, I got my locs on

And you can’t tell I’m high, and you can’t tell I’m high

Young Jeezy:

Brand new Versaces ran me a buck 50

(They must have set you back) naw, baby, not really

Switchin lanes yes yea the chopper’s just silly

When it’s bustin at your ass we just laughin at ya really

I got my locs on, dickies on, keep the workin niggas on

Keep the cashmere vickis on, yea, she keep them vickis on

Keep my locs on, see you hatin motherfuckers

Keep my locs on, you know they match my bag suckas

I got my locs on, I got my locs on

And you can’t see my eyes, and you can’t see my eyes

I got my locs on, I got my locs on

And you can’t tell I’m high, and you can’t tell I’m high (I'm so high)

I got my locs on (I'm so high), I got my locs on (I'm so high)

And you can’t see my eyes (I'm so high), and you can’t see my eyes

I got my locs on, I got my locs on

And you can’t tell I’m high, and you can’t tell I’m high

Ice Cube:

I got my locs on cuz my eyes are burgundy

And when I get home I don’t want the third degree

The verdict be urgently these niggas wanna murder me

They scared of the consequences comin from my defenses

It ain’t that expensive have your ass hoppin fences

Lucky motherfucker missed your ass by some inches

Next time understand, what you fuckin' with, it’s legendary status

Sittin behind these glasses, nigga

I got my locs on (Yeah), I got my locs on (uh)

And you can’t see my eyes (no), and you can’t see my eyes (no)

I got my locs on (Yeah), I got my locs on (Yeah)

And you can’t tell I’m high (haha), and you can’t tell I’m high (I'm so high)

I got my locs on (I'm so high), I got my locs on (I'm so high)

And you can’t see my eyes (I'm so high), and you can’t see my eyes (no)

I got my locs on, I got my locs on

And you can’t tell I’m high, and you can’t tell I’m high