Lose My Cool (feat. Redman)

Yo word up I gotta ask her myself
 Cuz she says she saw you the other day
 I know hey yo word
 Hey yo Coko Hey yo Coko
 I heard you losing your cool
 Yo Lee
 I heard you losing your cool
 Yo Taj
 I heard you losing your cool baby
 Na na na chill chill chill chill freeze
 I'm just rolling with some broads
 That got pretty toes with me
 SWV pumpin' out the plat' 4-50
 I got my brotha's keeping Eric Sermon on deck
 No matter what the media hype
 Ya still get wrecked
 We trying to eat and trying to be consecutive with the ruck
 Calm my tempers down more cuz Biggie Smalls was enough
 Save yo beef for the rice and broccoli
 I lose my cool for gettin' the cheddar
 So I suggest you better
 (SWV)
 People say when love comes your way
 You will know how to take it
 Others say you won't know
 So just fake it
 Until you make it
 1 - In my case
 I wouldn't know how to recognize
 Love
 If he looked me in the eye
 But what I do know is my cover is blown
 My composure is gone
 When you come around
 2 - I lose my cool
 Whenever you're around
 I can't help myself
 No, uh uh
 I lose my cool
 Over again and again
 Hiding my feelings
 You make my heart stop then it beats again
 I can not hide
 From these vibes that you send
 Oh why, oh why am I so into you
 And why do I deny
 This cool I lose
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 (Redman)
 Out, out, out
 Check it, check it out, check it, check it out
 Push it up, push it up
 Can you blame me
 For losing my cool?
 I bounce as hard as Bronsen
 Every time you take the toe out yo shoes
 I be bawling with brotha's from your project apartment
 For talkin' slick wit you
 I got more balls than Spaulding
 Girl, who feeds you when your sugar Walt's callin'
 Your fiance's corny
 He don't got nutin' on me
 I admit it
 My plans was to skip when I
 But you reverse game now the doc is committed
 Exhibit the lyrics
 The hard core definition got you wilding
 Puffin' El's out your expedition
 I seen yo' whole girl crew
 I know they get jig
 But you the quietest
 And plus the rest of them got kids
 When yo
 I get your parts, whether they adore me, you know
 My mix, you lie, don't front no poppy chulo
 I'm like Harold Melvin without the Blue Notes
 I'm never going platinum
 Besides, the credit cards an underground action
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