No me puedo controlar aqui con el senor LL Cool J
Y aqui estoi
1, 2, 3 muevete!
The club was far from empty
It was crowded at the entry
I slide right through like how I do
This girl began to tempt me.
She said her name Shaiyeeda
I could tell her mama feed her
When they tight and when them jeans don't fit
I'm L, nice to meet ya.
I could feel my body yearnin'
The room just started turnin'
Didn't wanna go out on the floor
But this girl was so determined (Let's dance)
My brain began to sizzle
I'm sweatin' just a little
On the dance floor in the middle,
She turned around and giggled,
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
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself
It's hard for me to control myself
Get 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
We barely know eachother
Yet we're whilin' like we're lovers (uh huh)
The air is filled with passion
The strobe lights are flashin'
The hustlers throw cash n
The bar tender keeps splashin'
Her moves were so erotic
Her games were so hypnotic
I bet this girl could stop it
But she continued to pop it
You know I know you like it,
Let me hit you on your sidekick
Cause the after party is at my body,
Meet me, you're invited
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
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself
It's hard for me to control myself
Get to hold myself
Back from
Jumpin' on ya
Like I wanna,
Like I wanna, wanna.
She licked off
Her lip gloss
Her hips toss
Back and forth
Side to side and
Up and down
She touched the ground
It turned me out.
I'm battlin' desire,
Lord help me douse this fire
This internal inferno,
Hotter than a shot of cuervo
Her top was short and purple
Belly dancin' in a circle
When I feel like this I can't resist
I ? don't 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
You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make this boy be bad
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself
It's hard for me to control myself
Get to hold myself
Back from
Jumpin' on ya
Like I wanna,
Like I wanna, wanna
Control Myself Video (MV)
Performed By: Platinum Deluxe
Language: English
Written by: Afrika Baambaata, John Robie, Arthur Baker, Ryan Toby, Jermaine Dupri, James Smith, James Phillips, Robert Allen, John Miller, Ellis Williams
Platinum Deluxe - Control Myself Lyrics
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No me puedo controlar aqui con el senor LL Cool J
Y aqui estoi
1, 2, 3 muevete!
The club was far from empty
It was crowded at the entry
I slide right through like how I do
This girl began to tempt me.
She said her name Shaiyeeda
I could tell her mama feed her
When they tight and when them jeans don't fit
I'm L, nice to meet ya.
I could feel my body yearnin'
The room just started turnin'
Didn't wanna go out on the floor
But this girl was so determined (Let's dance)
My brain began to sizzle
I'm sweatin' just a little
On the dance floor in the middle,
She turned around and giggled,
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
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself
It's hard for me to control myself
Get 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
We barely know eachother
Yet we're whilin' like we're lovers (uh huh)
The air is filled with passion
The strobe lights are flashin'
The hustlers throw cash n
The bar tender keeps splashin'
Her moves were so erotic
Her games were so hypnotic
I bet this girl could stop it
But she continued to pop it
You know I know you like it,
Let me hit you on your sidekick
Cause the after party is at my body,
Meet me, you're invited
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
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself
It's hard for me to control myself
Get to hold myself
Back from
Jumpin' on ya
Like I wanna,
Like I wanna, wanna.
She licked off
Her lip gloss
Her hips toss
Back and forth
Side to side and
Up and down
She touched the ground
It turned me out.
I'm battlin' desire,
Lord help me douse this fire
This internal inferno,
Hotter than a shot of cuervo
Her top was short and purple
Belly dancin' in a circle
When I feel like this I can't resist
I ? don't 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
You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make this boy be bad
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself
It's hard for me to control myself
Get to hold myself
Back from
Jumpin' on ya
Like I wanna,
Like I wanna, wanna
Y aqui estoi
1, 2, 3 muevete!
The club was far from empty
It was crowded at the entry
I slide right through like how I do
This girl began to tempt me.
She said her name Shaiyeeda
I could tell her mama feed her
When they tight and when them jeans don't fit
I'm L, nice to meet ya.
I could feel my body yearnin'
The room just started turnin'
Didn't wanna go out on the floor
But this girl was so determined (Let's dance)
My brain began to sizzle
I'm sweatin' just a little
On the dance floor in the middle,
She turned around and giggled,
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
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself
It's hard for me to control myself
Get 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
We barely know eachother
Yet we're whilin' like we're lovers (uh huh)
The air is filled with passion
The strobe lights are flashin'
The hustlers throw cash n
The bar tender keeps splashin'
Her moves were so erotic
Her games were so hypnotic
I bet this girl could stop it
But she continued to pop it
You know I know you like it,
Let me hit you on your sidekick
Cause the after party is at my body,
Meet me, you're invited
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
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself
It's hard for me to control myself
Get to hold myself
Back from
Jumpin' on ya
Like I wanna,
Like I wanna, wanna.
She licked off
Her lip gloss
Her hips toss
Back and forth
Side to side and
Up and down
She touched the ground
It turned me out.
I'm battlin' desire,
Lord help me douse this fire
This internal inferno,
Hotter than a shot of cuervo
Her top was short and purple
Belly dancin' in a circle
When I feel like this I can't resist
I ? don't 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
You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make this boy be bad
It's hard to control myself
It's hard to control myself
It's hard for me to control myself
Get to hold myself
Back from
Jumpin' on ya
Like I wanna,
Like I wanna, wanna
Writer: Afrika Baambaata, John Robie, Arthur Baker, Ryan Toby, Jermaine Dupri, James Smith, James Phillips, Robert Allen, John Miller, Ellis Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.