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 *** 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)