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(Be on the lookout for a tall light skinned brother with dimples)
(Wearing a black kangol sweatsuit gold chain and sneakers)
(Last seen on Farmers Boulevard headed east)
(Alias L.L. Cool J)
(He's bad...)
Aaaahhhhhhhhhh...
No rapper can rap quite like I can
I'll take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand
Not the last Mafioso I'm a MC cop
Make you say "Go L.L. and do the wop"
If you think you can outrhyme me, yeah boy I bet
Cause I ain't met a motherfucker who can do that yet
Take Control
Thursday night - the feeling's right
Here comes the weekend, here comes the night
Gotta stay awake to stay up late
They don't give a shit, they don't give a fuck
When the music's high in their spaced out club
When the alcohol rushes through their brains
And they lose control with the drugs they take
Ooh ... Take me to oblivion
Make me forget
I stumble and I fall got my back to the wall
I snug with the strangers flirting at the bar
(x2)
Friday night - the feeling's right
This is the weekend, the second night
Gotta stay awake to stay up late, oh yeah
Don't wanna see the sun 'cause it hurts their eyes
Sleep the day away, come out at night
Pick up strangers, gotta get laid
Before the night is over they forget their names
Ooh ... Take me to oblivion
Make me forget
I stumble and I fall got my back to the wall
I snug with the strangers flirting at the bar
(x2)
Saturday night - the feeling's right
When it comes to Sunday, they're riding high
Gotta stay awake to stay up late
Need another drink to socialize
And a line of coke to feel real nice
Monday morn' they're in a lousy state
But they got three days to recuperate
Ooh ... Take me to oblivion
Make me forget
I stumble and I fall got my back to the wall
I snug with the strangers flirting at the bar
(x2)