| L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell
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| Battle anybody I don’t care who you tell
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| I excel, they all fail
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| I’m gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells
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| You’ve been waitin’and debatin’for oh so long
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| Just starvin’like Marvin for a Cool J. song
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| If you cried and thought I died, you definitely was wrong
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| It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
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| Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
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| Symbolizin’in the rhymin’for the record of course
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| I’m a tower full of power with rain and hail
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| Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernail
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| Rock the bells
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| The king of crowd rockers finally is back
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| My voice is your choice as the hottest wax
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| True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain’t taken no crap
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| I’m rhymin’and designin’with your girl in my lap
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| The bass is kickin’always stickin’cause you like it that way
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| You take a step because it’s def and plus it’s by Cool J.
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| Cut Creator on the fader, my right-hand man
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| We rock the bells so very well cause that’s the name of this jam
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| Rock the bells
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| Some girl’s will like this jam and some girls won’t
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| Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don’t
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| L.L. went to hell, gonna rock the bells
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| All you washed up rappers wanna do this well
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| Rock the bells
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| Now I’m world-wide known, whether you like it or not
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| My one man band is Cut Creator a.k.a. Philpot
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| He’ll never skip it, only rip it when he’s on the fader
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| What’s my d.j.'s name, Cut Creator
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| Now you know the episode who’s on the wheels
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| He’ll drive the cross fader like a cut mobile
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| So precise with a slice that you know he’s greater
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| What’s my d.j.'s name, Cut Creator
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| Now you know, what do you know, Earl roles the weed
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| I go to the store and get Old Gold
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| So all you crabby lookin’nappy headed girls get back
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| Cause there’s a ten to one chance that you might get smacked
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| Rock the bells
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| The bells are circulatin’the blood in your veins
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| Why are girlies on the tip, L.L.'s your name
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| Cut Creator’s good, Cool J. is good-good
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| You bring the wood pecker, I’ll bring the wood
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| The bells are wippin’and rippin’at your body and soul
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| Why do you like Cool J., we like rock and roll
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| Cause it ain’t the glory days with Bruce Springsteen
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| I’m not a virgin so I know I’ll make Madonna scream
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| You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever sense
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| If their beats were made of meat, then they would have to be mince
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| Rock the bells
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| So listen to the lines of rhyme, I rhyme on time
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| He’ll cut the record in a second, make your d.j. |
| look blind
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| So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin’high-heel boots
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| Like ballerinas, what I mean is you’re a fruit-loop troop
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| All you gonna-be (s), wanna-be (s), when will you learn
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| Wanna be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
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| Some suckers don’t like me, but I’m not concerned
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| Six-g (s) for twenty minutes is the pay I earn
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| I’m growin’and glowin’like a forest blaze
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| Do you like Michael Jackson, we like Cool J.
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| That’s right, I’m on the mic with the help of the bells
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| There’s no delayin’what I’m sayin’as I’m rockin’you well
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| Rock the bells |