me to Cool it now (You've got to cool it now) Ooh, watch out, your gonna lose control Cool it now, you've got to slow it down Slow it down, your gonna
Translation: Triple Image. Cool It Now.
Cool it now (you've got to cool it now) Oooh watch out ur gonna lose control Cool it now, you've got to slow it down Slow it down, ur gonna fall in love
Now who won't walk that last mile to they death Imaging taking a deep (inhales) that was your last breath Just imaging your mom was prostituting your mom was smoking Imagine
It ain't like that It's simple, grab the package and come right back It's a tattoo shop, it's called...} Shhh don't snitch {They some nice cats} Nice cats? {Cool
rocks the house And to my brother Faru, turning it out Now the world don't move to the beat of just one drum So it might be right for you, it might
parlay and stay richer for now Jigga hasn't done dirt in a while YOu know my stomach getin' weak from livin' on the streets for real Tryin' to oversee it
Loves my brother, God it makes me sick ??? Seven years in school IVY He's played it cool STUDENTS You can't keep it, tell us your secret IVY And for
the image is dead Or the chances are you'll trip up their minds Oh you're too cute to be a big rock star But if you're cool you may not push it too
lady Boy I will teach you forever It's gotta be now or never So let it show I wanna know Is it love? Maybe it's because you're tryin to be cool Maybe
gonna stop stop stop Gotta take it to the top top Gotta kick it 'til i drop drop Gonna make it hot hot Never gonna stop never gonna stop stop stop Gotta kick it
know how to say it, You know it's tru, Cause all I do is think about you, 'Cause your on my mind every minute of the day, And now it's time for you
around with this lady Boy I will chase you forever Its gotta be now whenever Show let it show i wanna know is it love?? Maybe its because your trying to be cool
I don't live for the money, give it all away Hey where I'm goin' I know it can't follow anyway I'm tryin' to live in the image I was created in Earth
Writers Who Write It, The Producers Who Produce It The Pushers Who Move It, Damn Fools That Choose To Use It Some New Shit, It Don't Even Sound Influenced
rocks the house And to my brother Faru, turning it out Now the world don't move to the beat of just one drum So it might be right for you, it might not
