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
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Rock The Bells
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| L.L. Cool J |
