Текст песни Ll Cool J - Rock The Bells
Ll Cool J - Rock The Bells слова песни
L.L. Cool J. is hard as hellBattle anybody I don`t care who you tellI excel, they all failI`m gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bellsYou`ve been waitin` and debatin` for oh so longJust starvin` like Marvin for a Cool J. songIf you cried and thought I died, you definitely was wrongIt took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator alongEvened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. forceSymbolizin` in the rhymin` for the record of courseI`m a tower full of power with rain and hailCut Creator scratch the record with his fingernailRock the bellsThe king of crowd rockers finally is backMy voice is your choice as the hottest waxTrue as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain`t taken no crapI`m rhymin` and designin` with your girl in my lapThe bass is kickin` always stickin` cause you like it that wayYou take a step because it`s def and plus it`s by Cool J. Cut Creator on the fader, my right-hand manWe rock the bells so very well cause that`s the name of this jamRock the bellsSome girl`s will like this jam and some girls won`tCause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don`tL.L. went to hell, gonna rock the bellsAll you washed up rappers wanna do this wellRock the bellsNow I`m world-wide known, whether you like it or notMy one man band is Cut Creator a.k.a. PhilpotHe`ll never skip it, only rip it when he`s on the faderWhat`s my d.j.`s name, Cut CreatorNow you know the episode who`s on the wheelsHe`ll drive the cross fader like a cut mobileSo precise with a slice that you know he`s greaterWhat`s my d.j.`s name, Cut CreatorNow you know, what do you know, Earl roles the weedI go to the store and get Old GoldSo all you crabby lookin` nappy headed girls get backCause there`s a ten to one chance that you might get smackedRock the bellsThe bells are circulatin` the blood in your veinsWhy are girlies on the tip, L.L.`s your nameCut Creator`s good, Cool J. is good-goodYou bring the wood pecker, I`ll bring the woodThe bells are wippin` and rippin` at your body and soulWhy do you like Cool J., we like rock and rollCause it ain`t the glory days with Bruce SpringsteenI`m not a virgin so I know I`ll make Madonna screamYou hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever senseIf their beats were made of meat, then they would have to be minceRock the bellsSo listen to the lines of rhyme, I rhyme on timeHe`ll cut the record in a second, make your d.j. look blindSo all you jerry-curl suckers wearin` high-heel bootsLike ballerinas, what I mean is you`re a fruit-loop troopAll you gonna-be(s), wanna-be(s), when will you learnWanna be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turnSome suckers don`t like me, but I`m not concernedSix-g (s) for twenty minutes is the pay I earnI`m growin` and glowin` like a forest blazeDo you like Michael Jackson, we like Cool J.That`s right, I`m on the mic with the help of the bellsThere`s no delayin` what I`m sayin` as I`m rockin` you wellRock the bells