Roots - Stay Cool Lyrics
[Black Thought]Bass for your face, highs for your eyesDon't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all riseRudebwoys keep dem thing at your side, be alrightMuh'*****ers Philly we up in here, we all liveI'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin her heelsAll she ever seem to do is play it cool f'realShe be pushin, pop vessel, and her shoes is illBut her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain wheelBut it's cool, we never slippin when there's moves to makeEspecially when what we talkin ain't ya usual cakeI pump bass for y'all bathin apes, to get chargedNah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at largeWe in the wind with the roof back, lettin the breeze hit usThe bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippersComin to pay a visit to whoever on the hitlistSome of y'all been tryin for years, you'll never get this foolCheck it out (stay cool) stay cool daddy (stay cool)Stay cool ma (hey, hey) c'mon(Stay cool mother*****ers y'all know the rules)(Hey, stay cool.. stay cool)There it is (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool)[Black Thought]Hip-Hop my main *****, I got a few on the sideThe game stitched y'all I'm doin my jobGo up against enormous oddsWouldn't break a sweat, money make her betFunny son you threat, well I ain't shakin yetTwenty-fo'/sev' chillin, tougher than penicillinFrom the block where the crooked cops killin like a villainChildren, in the hood gettin rocked by they buildingsAnd brothers, 'cross the board gettin knocked by the millionsThe stress, got me ignitin the potent marijuana leafTryin to play it cooler than a polar bear colonyYou feel the music know I'm over there probablyPimpin on the same system that forever shorted meI got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spitIt make you wanna make a new dance upIt's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuffIt's not another sound system rockin steady as usAnd it's cool(Stay cool) yeah (stay cool) stay cool ha(Hey, hey) check it out, and just(Stay cool mother*****ers y'all know the rules) yeah(Hey, stay cool.. stay cool)(Yeah hah hah, stay coooool)[Black Thought]Yeah, when I'm crusin in my vehicle, the chase harass meThey never ride past me, they really comin at me rightThey wanna know where the drugs guns and cash beProbably wanna get me to run, so they can blast meJust, blast me in your box, play my shitI know it's crowded at the top, cause I'm on the tipAnd that's as high up at the top, as a brother could getAnd how I do it make a lot of muh'*****ers upsetBut it's fine, re-gizzlin I'm back for mineIn case y'all gettin tired of the same ol' shineAnd I'm calm, calculated and perfectly alignedThe way I'm operatin what is a surgery of rhymeIt's not a thang when I lower the gradient lens framesI'm cooler than Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for JamesHip-Hop is out of Hustleville, comin for changeI exercise 'til a muscle build, breakin the chainsAnd I'm cool(Stay cool) (stay cool) (hey, hey)(Stay cool mother*****ers y'all know the rules)(Hey, stay cool.. stay cool)(Yeah hah hah, stay coooool)