Lose My Cool

[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 [Taj] (Verse) 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 [Coko] 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 (Chorus) 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 [Taj] (Verse) 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 [Coko] 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... I loose my cool (Chorus) [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 Spalding 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 Repeat Chorus 2x