Go Cut Creator Go

One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, rock

Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, rock

Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, rock

Gonna rock, what? Rock around the clock

Three years ago in St. Albans, Queens

I was rockin' at a park called 118

Little kids stood and watched, as I rocked the spot

Didn't know years later, I'd be standin' on top

Livin' Farmers Boulevard, I was born in Bayshore

Stopped the rich, and shake hands with the poor

And this is a story about a brother I know

Cut Creator on the fader, now, watch him go

I wanna cut

Go, go Cut Creator go

Go Cut Creator go

Go Cut Creator go

Go, go Cut Creator go

Go Cut Creator go

Go Cut Creator go

Way back in the days, before I clocked some dough

I used to go to the show and sit in the front row

Hopin' and prayin' one day I get on a roll

So I'd have FILA in the summer, and a mink when it's cold

Not fearin' a thought, got stung like a horse

Don't make fun of my posse, 'cause each man is a boss

When his homie can't wait to pull a jam out the crate

One time for your mine, check out the guitar break

I wanna cut

Go, go Cut Creator go

Go Cut Creator go

Go, go Cut Creator go

Go, go Cut Creator go

Go Cut Creator go

Go Cut Creator go

This jam just wasn't enough for Jimi Hendrix to see

He could do lessons of mixin', take you under his wings

Straight from the heart, 'cause it ain't money that we came here for

Ain't enforcin' no rules, ain't breakin' no laws

We in a rock 'n' roll band and pin stripes and plaid

Just my posse learn to work with what little we had

It's all about us three, E, Phil, and J

He heard Cut Creator cut, now check out, we can play

I wanna cut

Go Cut Creator go

Go Cut Creator go

Go Cut Creator go

Go, go Cut Creator go

Go Cut Creator go

Go Cut Creator go

Go, rock, rock, y'all

Check out the funky cut

It's like travelin' through time to the Stray Cats strut

Cuts are slicker than grease, needle sharper than knife

We'll be do-doin' the do for the rest of the lines

You wanna piece of the action, it's time to party, get up

Not a subway bummy singer, puttin' change in a cup

Wanna see you boogie, oogie, jumpin' up and down

Bite your lip and hold your breath until we come to your town

LL Cool J is hard as

Cut Creator, cut the record for me

Go, go Cut Creator go

Go Cut Creator go (Cut it, cut it)

Go Cut Creator go

Cut Creator cut it

Cut Creator cut it

Go, go Cut Creator go

Cut it, cut it, cut, cut, cut it

Go Cut Creator go

Go Cut Creator go

Come get it, cut, cut, cut, real

Please, cut the record for for me

LL Cool J is hard as

Hey

Go

Cut, cut, cut, cut it

Go, cut, cut it

Cut, cut, cut it

Go

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Ah, now!

Go, cut, cut it

Go Cut Creator go

Cut, cut it

Cut, cut it

Cut, cut, cut it

Go Cut Creator go

Go Cut Creator go

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Hard as hell