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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' like 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 since |
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If their beats were made of meat |
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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 |
