โหลดเพลง mp3 Stay Cool - The Roots

Stay Cool (Explicit) - The Roots
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'f**kers 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 motherf**kers y'all know the rules)

(Hey stay cool stay cool)
There it is (Yeah hah hah stay coooool)
Hip-Hop my main b**ch
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 m*******a 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 motherf**kers 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 sh*t
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'f**kers 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 motherf**kers y'all know the rules)
(Hey stay cool stay cool)

(Yeah hah hah stay coooool)