| Lyrics |
Written by l.a. reid, babyface, daryl simmons (1990)
Performed by bobby brown
Spoken:
You want something done
You gotta do it yourself
Yeah i think this is gonna be another one of those funky ones
If i was you, and you were me
You'd wanna be winning
If you want something bad, y'all
You gotta wanna give your all
'cause i believe so much in we
And know we're not kidding
If you feel the same as me y'all
You gotta wanna take the ball
Now i found out that nothin' is given
Don't know where the cards may fall
All i know is that we've gotta get it
We've gotta make it on our own
Well i guess we're gonna have to take control
(all on our own)
If it's up to us we've got to take it home
(all on our own)
Now can't you see that all we need
To be a go-getter
Gotta make your own decisions
You gotta go for what you know
There comes a time in our lives
You wanna be bigger
Gotta keep keep on pushing
You gotta learn to take control, yeah
Now i found out that nothin' is given
Don't know where the cards may fall
All i know is that we've gotta get it
We've gotta make it on our own
Hook
Rap:
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
They're called the ghostbusters and they're in control
Had 'em throwin' a party for a bunch of children
While all the while the slime was under the building
So they packed up their group, got a grip cam equip
Grabbed the proton packs off their backs, and they split
Found out about vigo, the master of evil
Try to battle my boys, that's not legal
They're in control
You, you, you know it
I said they're in control
Y-y-you know it
Y-y-you know it
Hook 2 times
Y-y-you know it
Y-y-you know it
Rap:
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
They're called the ghostbusters and they're in control
Had 'em throwin' a party for a bunch of children
While all the while the slime was under the building
So they packed up their group, got a grip cam equip
Grabbed the proton packs off their backs, and they split
Found out about vigo, the master of evil
Try to battle my boys, that's not legal
Hook
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