Turn up the volume, crank up the bass|Aww yeah, Vanilla Ice is in the place|I'm here to tell ya a little story 'bout my 5.0|Just a-lettin' ya know, I'm in total control|Oh yes many people know that I got good taste|And if the cops try to race in a high speed chase|I just laugh, right in their face and say YO,|Don't even waste your time, see,|'Cause I can red-line and leave you far behind|Because I'm out gettin' mine|And I'm sweatin' like steam and you can feel the flow|When I'm Rollin' in my 5.0||Rollin' in my 5.0...||It's not a Benz or a Jag, if a 5-0 with a rag|And I don't wanna brag, but I could never be stag|When I'm cruisin', to A-1-A|Zero to 60, 4 seconds don't play|This ain't no joke, and you can see the smoke|I'm burnin' rubba||You heard me clear I didn't stutta|The V-I-P Posse, with my homeboy Staff|And you can giggle and chuckle, but I'll have the last,|Laugh and take my money all the way to the bank|And the ones that buy my records are the ones I should thank|Cause I'm sweatin' like steam and you can feel the flow|When I'm rollin, in my 5.0||Rollin' in my 5.0...||I view a fly cutie and I wanna converse|I shift to first, and then back to reverse|'Cause there's crazy fly ronis at NNB|They wanna flee with the I-C-E|I don't drive 55 when I'm in my ride, I just glide|My head leaned to the side.|I cruise the A-1-A with a plan in mind|The V-I-P Posse not far behind|The honeys top and jump for my thousand watts|If fills the back seat as my system rocks|'Cause I'm sweatin like steam and you can feel the flow|When I'm rollin, in my 5.0