Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Control Myself, artist - LL COOL J. Album song Todd Smith, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Control Myself |
| No me puedo controlar |
| Aqui con el Se? |
| or LL Cool J Y aqui estoy… ya tu sabes |
| Uno, dos, tres, muevete! |
| Ya’ll know what this is… So…So…Def! |
| The club was far from empty |
| It was crowded at the entry (Woo!) |
| I slide right through like how I do This girl began to tempt me (Uh-huh!) |
| She said her name Shayeeda |
| I could tell her mama feed her (Yeah!) |
| When they tight and thick them jeans don’t fit |
| I’m L, nice to meet ya (Uh-oh!) |
| I could feel my body yearning |
| The room just started turning |
| Didn’t want to go out on the floor |
| but this girl was so determined |
| My brain began to sizzle |
| I’m sweatin’just a little |
| On the dance floor in the middle |
| She turned around and giggle |
| She said |
| You got, you got, you got |
| what it takes to make me leave my man |
| It’s hard to control myself (Aww!) |
| It’s hard to control myself |
| You got, you got, you got |
| What it takes to make this boy be bad (Be bad) |
| It’s hard to control myself |
| It’s hard to control myself |
| It’s hard for me to control myself (Me too) |
| and to hold myself back from jumpin’on ya like I wanna, like I wanna, wanna |
| Temptation is a mother |
| How we lust for one another (Yeah) |
| We barely know each other |
| Yet we’re waddling like we’re lovers |
| The air is full of passion |
| The strobe lights are flashin' |
| The hustlers throw cashin' |
| The bartender keeps splashin' |
| Her moves were so erotic |
| Her gaze was so hypnotic |
| I bet this girl will stop it But she continued to pop it You know I know you like it Let me hit you on your Sidekick |
| Because the afterparty is at my body |
| Meet me you’re invited |
| She said |
| You got, you got, you got |
| what it takes to make me leave my man |
| It’s hard to control myself |
| It’s hard to control myself |
| You got, you got, you got |
| What it takes to make this boy be bad (Be bad) |
| It’s hard to control myself |
| It’s hard to control myself |
| It’s hard for me to control myself (Say what) |
| and to hold myself back from jumpin’on ya like I wanna, like I wanna, wanna |
| She licked, off, her lip, gloss |
| Her hips, tossed, back, and forth |
| Side, to side, and up, and down |
| She touched, the ground, it turned, me out |
| I’m battling desire |
| Lord help me douse this fire |
| This internal inferno |
| Hotter than a shot of Cuervo |
| Her top was short and purple |
| Belly dancing in a circle |
| When I feel like this I can’t resist |
| Stop it don’t make me hurt you (make me hurt you) |
| She said |
| You got, you got, you got |
| what it takes to make me leave my man |
| It’s hard to control myself |
| It’s hard to control myself (Oh) |
| You got, you got, you got |
| What it takes to make this boy be bad (Be bad) |
| It’s hard to control myself |
| It’s hard to control myself |
| It’s hard for me to control myself (Say what) |
| and to hold myself back from jumpin’on ya like I wanna, like I wanna, wanna |
| Zezeze… |
| Zezeze… |
| Uh, yeah, I need everybody to report to the dance floor |
| Right… now! |
| Shake it, shake it, shake it Haha, you know what this is |