Sean Paul - Temperature
The gyal dem Schillaci
Sean da Paul
So me give it to, so me give to, so me give it to, to all girls
Five million and forty naughty shorty
Baby girl, all my girls, all my girls
Sean da Paul say
[Chorus]
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keeping you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh, oh!
[Verse 1]
Make I see the gyal dem bruk out 'pon the floor
From you don't want no worthless performer
From you don't want no man weh can't turn you on
Gyal, make I see your hand dem up on yah
Can't tan 'pon it long, nah eat no yam
No steam fish, nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica, we give it to you hot like a sauna
[Chorus]
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keeping you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh, oh!
[Verse 2]
Bumper exposed, and, gyal, you got your chest out
But you no wasters cah, gyal, you impress out
And if you des out a me, you fi test out
Cah I got the remedy fi make you the-stress out
Me haffi flaunt it, becah me God bless out
And girl if you want it, you haffi confess out
I no lie, weh we need set speed, haffi test the mattress out
[Chorus]
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keeping you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh, oh!
[Chorus]
Gyal, don't say me crazy now
This strange love it a no Bridget and Flava show
Time fi a make baby now, so stop gwaan like you a actin' shady, yo
Woman, don't play me know, 'cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady, yo
My loving is the way to go, my loving is the way to go
[Chorus]
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keeping you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh, oh!
[Verse 4]
When you roll with a player like me
With a bredda like me, gyal, there is no other
No need to talk it right here
Just park it right here, keep it undercover
From me love how you fit inna your blouse
And you fat inna your jeans and me waan discover
Everything 'bout you, baby girl, can't you hear when me utter?
[Chorus]
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keeping you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh, oh!
[Verse 1]
Make I see the gyal dem bruk out 'pon the floor
From you don't want no worthless performer
From you don't want no man weh can't turn you on
Gyal, make I see your hand dem up on yah
Can't tan 'pon it long, nah eat no yam
No steam fish, nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica, we give it to you hot like a sauna
[Chorus]
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keeping you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh, oh!
[Outro]
Oh, oh!
Oh, oh!
Oh, oh!
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