Rock The Bells

L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell

Battle anybody I don't care who you tell

I excel, they all fail

I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells

You've been waitin' and debatin' for oh so long

Just starvin' like Marvin for a Cool J. song

If you cried and thought I died, you definitely was wrong

It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along

Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force

Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record of course

I'm a tower full of power with rain and hail

Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernail

Rock the bells

The king of crowd rockers finally is back

My voice is your choice as the hottest wax

True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap

I'm rhymin' and designin' with your girl in my lap

The bass is kickin' always stickin' cause you like it that way

You take a step because it's def and plus it's by Cool J.

Cut Creator on the fader, my right-hand man

We rock the bells so very well cause that's the name of this jam

Rock the bells

Some girl's will like this jam and some girls won't

Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don't

L.L. went to hell, gonna rock the bells

All you washed up rappers wanna do this well

Rock the bells

Now I'm world-wide known, whether you like it or not

My one man band is Cut Creator a.k.a. Philpot

He'll never skip it, only rip it when he's on the fader

What's my d.j.'s name, Cut Creator

Now you know the episode who's on the wheels

He'll drive the cross fader like a cut mobile

So precise with a slice that you know he's greater

What's my d.j.'s name, Cut Creator

Now you know, what do you know, Earl roles the weed

I go to the store and get Old Gold

So all you crabby lookin' nappy headed girls get back

Cause there's a ten to one chance that you might get smacked

Rock the bells

The bells are circulatin' the blood in your veins

Why are girlies on the tip, L.L.'s your name

Cut Creator's good, Cool J. is good-good

You bring the wood pecker, I'll bring the wood

The bells are wippin' and rippin' at your body and soul

Why do you like Cool J., we like rock and roll

Cause it ain't the glory days with Bruce Springsteen

I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna scream

You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever sense

If their beats were made of meat, then they would have to be mince

Rock the bells

So listen to the lines of rhyme, I rhyme on time

He'll cut the record in a second, make your d.j. look blind

So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots

Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop

All you gonna-be(s), wanna-be(s), when will you learn

Wanna be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn

Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned

Six-g (s) for twenty minutes is the pay I earn

I'm growin' and glowin' like a forest blaze

Do you like Michael Jackson, we like Cool J.

That's right, I'm on the mic with the help of the bells

There's no delayin' what I'm sayin' as I'm rockin' you well

Rock the bells