[Verse 1 Black Thought] Bass for your face, highs for your eyes Dont blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise Rude boys, keep that thing at your side, be alright Muhfuckers, Philly, we up in here, we all live Im puffin this Cohiba, mami cool in her heels All she ever seem to do is play it cool, freal She be pushin Pops vessel, and his shoes is ill But her hand keep slippin on the woodgrain wheel But its cool, we never slippin when its moves to make Especially when what we talkin aint ya usual cake I pump bass for yall bathin apes, to get charged Nah, Im not a dealer, Im 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 yall been tryin for years, youll never get this, fool [Hook] Check it out Stay cool stay cool, daddy Stay cool Stay cool ma hey, hey cmon Stay cool, motherfuckers, yall know the rules Hey, stay cool.. stay cool There it is Yeah, hah hah, stay coooool [Verse 2 Black Thought] HipHop my main bitch, I got a few on the side The game stitched, yo, Im doin my job Go up against enormous odds Wouldnt break a sweat, money make a bet Funny son, you threat, well I aint shakin yet Twentyfosev 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 Im 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 Its all to the good shorty, go on, do that stuff Its not another sound system rockin steady as us And its cool [Hook] Stay Cool yeah Stay Cool stay cool, ha Hey, hey check it out, and just Stay cool, motherfuckers, yall know the rules yeah Hey, stay cool.. stay cool Yeah, hah hah, stay coooool [Verse 3 Black Thought] Yeah, when Im crusin in my vehicle, the Jakes 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 its crowded at the top, cause Im on the tip And thats as high up at the top as a brother could get And how I do it make a lot of muhfuckers upset But its fine, Riq Jizzle and Im back for mine In case yall gettin tired of the same ol shine And Im calm, calculated and perfectly aligned The way Im operatin, what is it? Surgery or rhyme? Its not a thang when I lower the gradient lens frames Im cooler than Clyde Stubblefield drummin for James Hiphop is out of Hustleville, comin for change I exercise till a muscle build, breakin the chains And its cool [Hook] Stay cool Stay cool Hey, hey Stay cool, motherfuckers, yall know the rules Hey, stay cool.. stay cool Yeah, hah hah, stay coooool
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