The Roots - Stay Cool lyrics

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Bass for your face, highs for your eyes

Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise

Rudebwoys keep dem thing at your side, be alright

Muh'fuckers Philly we up in here, we all live

I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin her heels

All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real

She be pushin, pop vessel, and her shoes is ill

But her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain wheel

But it's cool, we never slippin when there's moves to make

Especially when what we talkin ain't ya usual cake

I pump bass for y'all bathin apes, to get charged

Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at large

We in the wind with the roof back, lettin the breeze hit us

The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers

Comin to pay a visit to whoever on the hitlist

Some of y'all been tryin for years, you'll never get this fool

Check it out (stay cool) stay cool daddy (stay cool)

Stay cool ma (hey, hey) c'mon

(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules)

(Hey, stay cool.. stay cool)

There it is (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool)

Hip-Hop my main bitch, I got a few on the side

The game stitched y'all I'm doin my job

Go up against enormous odds

Wouldn't break a sweat, money make her bet

Funny son you threat, well I ain't shakin yet

Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin, tougher than penicillin

From the block where the crooked cops killin like a villain

Children, in the hood gettin rocked by they buildings

And brothers, 'cross the board gettin knocked by the millions

The stress, got me ignitin the potent marijuana leaf

Tryin to play it cooler than a polar bear colony

You feel the music know I'm over there probably

Pimpin on the same system that forever shorted me

I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit

It make you wanna make a new dance up

It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff

It's not another sound system rockin steady as us

And it's cool

(Stay cool) yeah (stay cool) stay cool ha

(Hey, hey) check it out, and just

(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) yeah

(Hey, stay cool.. stay cool)

(Yeah hah hah, stay coooool)

Yeah, when I'm crusin in my vehicle, the chase harass me

They never ride past me, they really comin at me right

They wanna know where the drugs guns and cash be

Probably wanna get me to run, so they can blast me

Just, blast me in your box, play my shit

I know it's crowded at the top, cause I'm on the tip

And that's as high up at the top, as a brother could get

And how I do it make a lot of muh'fuckers upset

But it's fine, re-gizzlin I'm back for mine

In case y'all gettin tired of the same ol' shine

And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly aligned

The way I'm operatin what is a surgery of rhyme

It's not a thang when I lower the gradient lens frames

I'm cooler than Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for James

Hip-Hop is out of Hustleville, comin for change

I exercise 'til a muscle build, breakin the chains

And I'm cool

(Stay cool) (stay cool) (hey, hey)

(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules)

(Hey, stay cool.. stay cool)

(Yeah hah hah, stay coooool)