Rock the Bells

LL Cool J is hard as hell

Battle anybody, I don't care who you tell

I excel

They all fail

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

Thinkin' of E-Love, down with the Cool J force

Specializin' in the rhymin' for the record, of course

I'm a tower full of power, wind, 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

You ask, who is it? It's just a wizard who ain't takin' no crap

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

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

You think it's better 'cause 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 girls will like this jam and some girls won't

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

LL, what the hell? Gonna rock the bells

All you washed-up rappers wanna do this well

Rock the bells

Now I'm worldwide-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 at my show who's on the wheel

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

What you know? What do you know?

Earl rolls the weed

I go to the store and get Olde 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' like the blood in your veins

Why are girlies on the tip?

LL's your name

Cut Creator's

Good

Cool J is

Good

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

The bells are whippin' 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 since

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

Rock the bells

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

He'll cut the record in a second, make your DJ look blind

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

Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a Froot Loop troupe

All you gonna-be, wannabes, 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 Gs 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