LL Cool J is hard as hell Battle anybody, I don't care, you tell I excel, they all fail Gonna cocktail double L, must rock my bell You've been waiting and debating for oh so long Just starving like Marvin for a Cool J song If you cried or thought a dodger definitely was wrong It took a fourth plus one to create a law Tearing off, eating love now with the Cool J force Specializing in the rhyming for the record of course I'm a tower full of power when it rain in hell Could create a classic record with a fingernail Rock the bell The king of crowd rockers finally is back My voice is your choice as the hottest wax You ask who is it, just a wizard who ain't taking no *** I'm rhyming and designing with your girl on my lap My bass is kicking, always sticking cause you like it that way You think it's fun to plus step up cause it's my Cool J The creator or the fader, my right hand man We rock the bell so very well cause that's the name of this jam Rock the bell Some girls like this jam and some girls won't Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don't LL where the hell gonna rock the bell All you washed up rappers wanna do this well Rock the bell Now worldwide know whether you like it or not My one man band is Cut Creator a.k.a. Phil Potts He'll never skip it, only rip it when he's on the fader What's my DJ's name? Cut Creator Now ain't no episode who's on the wheels He'll drive the crossfader like a cut mobile So precise with a slice that you know he's greater What's my DJ's name? Cut Creator Now you know, what do you know? Earl rolls the weed, I go to the store and get gold Go enjoy your ***py looking nappy and girls get back Cause there's a 10 to 1 chance that your mic is smack Rock the bell The bass is blatin' like the blood in your veins Why a girl is on the tip? LL's your name Cut Creator's Cut Cool J's Cut You bring the woodpecker, I'll bring the wood The bells are whippin' and rippin' at your body and soul Why do you like Cool J's? It ain't rock n' roll Cause it ain't the glory days with Bruce Springsteen I'm not a virgin so I know I make Madonna scream You hated Michael and Prince all the way ever since If the beats were made of meat then they would have to be mixed Rock the bell Soul Better rhyme the rhyme the rhyme one more time He'll cut the record in a second, make a DJ look blind So all you Jerry Curl suckers wearin' high heel boots Like ballerinas, what I mean is y'all fruit loop All you gonna be wannabes, when will you learn? Wanna be like Cool J, I gotta wait your turn Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned Six G's for 20 minutes is the pay I earn I'm growin' and glowin' like a forest blaze Do you like Michael Jackson? We like Cool J! Just write him on the mic with the help of the bells And no delay in what's playin' If I'm rockin' your world, rock the bell *