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
Thinking of E- Love down with
the Cool J Force
Specializin' in the rhymin'
for the record of course
I'm a tower full of power with rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the record
with his fingernail
The king of crowd rockers finally is back
My voice is your choice
as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard,
I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin'
with your girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin'
'cause you like it that way
You think it's hotter plus it's
def 'cause it's by Cool J
Cut Creator on the fader,
my right- hand man
We rock the bells so very well 'cause
that's the name of this jam
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,
(Cut Creator!)
Now you know the episode
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,
(Cut Creator!)
What you know, what do you know,
Earl roles the weed
I go to the store and get Old Gold
So all you crappy lookin' nappy
headed girls get back
'Cause there's a ten to one chance
that you might get smacked
The bells are circulatin' like
the blood in your veins
Why are girlies on the tip,
(LL's your name)
Cut Creator's (good), Cool
J. Is (good-good)
You bring the Woodpecker,
I'll bring the wood
The bells are wippin' and rippin'
at your body and soul
Why do you like Cool J (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'll
make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way,
ever sense
If their beats were made of meat, then
they would have to be mince
Rock the bells
So listen to the rhyme the lines,
I 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?
(We like Cool J!)
That's right, I'm on the mic with the
help of the bells
And no delayin' what I'm sayin'
as I'm rockin' you well
Rock the bells
