feat/Redman



[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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