Testo Stay Cool - The Roots
Testo della canzone Stay Cool (The Roots), tratta dall'album The Tipping Point (Explicit Version)
Bass for your face, highs for your eyes
Don't blink, Black Ink is a vibe
All rise, rule wise keep that thing at your side
Be alright, motherfuckers Philly we up in here
We all live
I'm puffin' this Cohiba, mami cool in her heels
All she ever seem to do is play it cool for real
She be pushin' Pac vessel in his shoes is ill
But her hand keeps slippin' on the wood grain wheel
But it's cool, we never slippin' when it's moves to make
Especially when what we talkin' ain't your usual case
I pump bass for y'all bathing 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 bathroom worn with sweatpants and slippers
Comin' to pay a visit to whoever on the hit list
Some of y'all been tryin' for years, you'll never get this fool
Check it out
Stay cool
Stay cool baby
Stay cool hoe
Come on and check
Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules
Stay cool
Stay cool
Yeah yeah yeah
Stay cool
Crip hop my main bitch I got a few on the side
The game stitch yo I'm doin' my job
Go up against enormous odds
Wouldn't break a sweat, money make a bet
Funny son you a threat, well I ain't shakin' yet
24/7 Chillin', tougher than penicillin
From the block where the crooked cops killin' like a villain
Children in the hood gettin' rocked by they brothers and brothers
'Cross the board gettin' knocked by the millions
Distressed, got me ignitin' the potent marijuana leaf
Tryna 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 go and do that stuff
It's not another sound system rockin' steady as us
And it's cool
Stay cool
Stay cool baby
Stay cool hoe
Come on and check
Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules
Stay cool
Stay cool
Yeah yeah yeah
Stay cool
Yeah, when I'm cruisin' 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 on 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 can get
And how I do it make a lot of motherfuckers upset
But it's fine, rejizzle and I'm back for mine
In case y'all gettin' tired of the same old shine
And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly aligned
The way I'm operatin' what is it surgery or 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 how the hustle build, comin' for change
I exercise 'til the muscle build breakin' the chains
And I'm cool
Stay cool
Stay cool baby
Stay cool hoe
Come on and check
Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules
Stay cool
Stay cool
Yeah yeah yeah
Stay cool
Credits
Writer(s): Tarik L. Collins, Al Hirt, Karl William Pamp Jenkins
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