Tytuł: Stay cool

• Wykonawca: The Roots
• Wyświetleń: 295

[Black Thought]
   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)
  
   [Black Thought]
   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)
  
   [Black Thought]
   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)