| Bass for your face, highs for your eyes
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| Don’t blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise
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| Rude boys, keep that thing at your side, be alright
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| Muh’fuckers, Philly, we up in here, we all live
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| I’m puffin' this Cohiba, mami cool in her heels
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| All she ever seem to do is play it cool, f’real
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| She be pushin' Pop’s vessel, and his shoe’s is ill
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| But her hand keep slippin' on the woodgrain wheel
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| But it’s cool, we never slippin' when it’s moves to make
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| Especially when what we talkin' ain’t ya usual cake
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| I pump bass for y’all bathin' apes, to get charged
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| Nah, I’m not a dealer, I’m a poet at large
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| We in the wind with the roof back, lettin' the breeze hit us
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| The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers
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| Comin' to pay a visit to whoever on the hit-list
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| Some of y’all been tryin' for years, you’ll never get this, fool
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| Check it out (Stay cool) stay cool, daddy (Stay cool)
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| Stay cool ma (hey, hey) c’mon
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| (Stay cool, motherfuckers, y’all know the rules)
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| (Hey, stay cool. stay cool)
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| There it is (Yeah, hah hah, stay coooool)
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| Hip-Hop my main bitch, I got a few on the side
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| The game stitched, yo, I’m doin' my job
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| Go up against enormous odds
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| Wouldn’t break a sweat, money make a bet
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| Funny son, you threat, well I ain’t shakin' yet
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| Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin', tougher than penicillin
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| From the block where the crooked cops killin' like a villain
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| Children in the hood gettin' rocked by they buildings
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| And brothers 'cross the board gettin' knocked by the millions
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| The stress got me ignitin' the potent marijuana leaf
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| Tryin' to play it cooler than a polar bear colony
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| You feel the music, know I’m over there probably
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| Pimpin' on the same system that forever shorted me
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| I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit
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| It make you wanna make a new dance up
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| It’s all to the good, shorty 'gwan do that stuff
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| It’s not another sound system rockin' steady as us
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| And it’s cool
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| (Stay Cool) yeah (Stay Cool) stay cool, ha
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| (Hey, hey) check it out, and just
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| (Stay cool, motherfuckers, y’all know the rules) yeah
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| (Hey, stay cool. stay cool)
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| (Yeah, hah hah, stay coooool)
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| Yeah, when I’m crusin' in my vehicle, the Jakes harass me
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| They never ride past me, they really comin' at me, right
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| They wanna know where the drugs, guns and cash be
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| Probably wanna get me to run, so they can blast me
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| Just blast me in your box, play my shit
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| I know it’s crowded at the top, 'cause I’m on the tip
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| And that’s as high up at the top as a brother could get
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| And how I do it make a lot of muh’fuckers upset
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| But it’s fine, 'Riq Jizzle and I’m back for mine
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| In case y’all gettin' tired of the same ol' shine
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| And I’m calm, calculated and perfectly aligned
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| The way I’m operatin', what is it? |
| Surgery in rhyme
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| It’s not a thang when I lower the gradient lens frames
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| I’m cooler than Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for James
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| Hip-Hop is out of Hustleville, comin' for change
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| I exercise 'til a muscle build, breakin' the chains
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| And it’s cool
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| (Stay cool) (Stay cool) (Hey, hey)
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| (Stay cool, motherfuckers, y’all know the rules)
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| (Hey, stay cool. stay cool)
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| (Yeah, hah hah, stay coooool) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stay Cool , by - The Roots. Song from the album The Tipping Point, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп