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 want to 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 DJ'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 DJ'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 DJ 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), want to-be(s), when will you learn Want to 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
Writer/s: JAMES TODD SMITH, RICK RUBIN
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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