Karaoké Rock the Bells LL Cool J

LL Cool J is hard as hell

Battle anybody

I don't care who you tell

I excel

They all fell

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

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

True as a wizard, just a blizzard who ain't taken no crap

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

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

You think it's fresh and plus it's def because it's by Cool J

Cut Creator on the fader

My right-hand man

We rock the bells so very well 'cos that's the name of this jam

Rock the bells

Some girls will like this jam and some girls won't

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

LL went to hell

Gonna rock the bells

All you washed up rappers wanna 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

Now you know at my show 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

Now you know

What do you know

Earl rolls the weed

I go to the store and get Old Gold

So all you crabby lookin' nappy headed girls get back

'Cos 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

Cut Creator's

Cool J is

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

'Cos 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 rhymes align the 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 fruit-loop troop

All you gonna-be, wanna-be

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 G's for twenty minutes is the pay I earn

I'm growin' and glowin' like a forest blaze

Do you like Michael Jackson

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