Lose My Cool

Redman

Hey, yo, word up I gotta ask her myself 
Cuz she says she saw you the other day 
Hey yo, word 
Hey yo, Coko, Hey yo, Coko, hey, hey, hey 
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 Keith, 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 our tempers down mo' 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 
Verse 1

In my case 
I wouldn't know how to recognize 
Love 
If he looked me in the eyes 
But what I do know is my cover is blown 
My composure is gone 
When you come around 
Verse 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 
Repeat 1

Repeat 2

Repeat 2

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 a toe out yo shoes 
I be brawling 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 feelin' 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 'dore me, you know 
My meat, true lie, don't front no papi chulo 
I'm like Harold Melvin without the Blue Notes 
I'm never going platinum 
Besides, the credit cards an underground action 
Repeat 2