Rock The Bells (funkmaster Flex Version) Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex Presents: The Mix Tape, Vol. 1 - Funkmaster Flex

L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell 

Battle anybody I don't care who you tell 

I excel, they all fail 

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 

Symbolizin' 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 

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, 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 take a step because it's def and plus 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 

Rock the bells 

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

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

L.L. went to hell, gonna rock the bells 

All you washed up rappers want to 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, 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 

Now you know, what do you know, Earl roles the weed 

I go to the store and get Old Gold 

So all you crabby lookin' nappy headed girls get back 

Cause there's a ten to one chance that you might get smacked 

Rock the bells 

The bells are circulatin' the blood in your veins 

Why are girlies on the tip, L.L.'s your name 

Cut Creator's good, Cool J. is good-good 

You bring the wood pecker, I'll bring the wood 

The bells are wippin' and rippin' at your body and soul 

Why do you like Cool J., we like rock and 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 lines of rhyme, I rhyme on time 

He'll cut the record in a second, make your DJ look blind 

So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots 

Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop 

All you gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will you learn 

Want to 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 

There's no delayin' what I'm sayin' as I'm rockin' you well 

Rock the bells