Temperature

The gal 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
 Well woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' 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!
 Make I see the gal them bruk out pon the floor
 From you don't want no worthless performer
 From you don't want no man wey can't turn you on gyal
 Make I see your hand them up on ya
 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
 Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' 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!
 Bumper exposed and gal you got your chest out
 But you no wasters, cah gal you impress out
 And if you des out a me, you fi test out
 Cah I got the remedy to make you de-stress out
 Me haffi flaunt it becah me God bless out
 And girl if you want it you haffi confess out
 A no lie, weh we need set speed, haffi test the mattress out
 Well, woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' 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!
 Gyal don't say me crazy now
 This strange love it a no Bridgette and Flava show
 Time fi a make baby now so stop gwaan like you a act shady yo
 Woman don't play me now, 'cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo
 My lovin' is the way to go, my lovin' is the way to go
 Well, woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' 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!
 When you roll with a player like me
 With a brudda like me gyal there is no other
 No need to talk it right here
 Just park it right here, keep it undercover
 Cah me love how you fit inna you blouse and you fat inna you jeans
 And mi waan discover
 Everything 'bout you baby girl, can you hear when me utter?
 Well, woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' 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!
 Make I see the gal them bruk out pon the floor
 From you don't want no worthless performer
 From you don't want no man wey can't turn you on gyal
 Mek I see your hand them up on ya
 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
 Well, woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' 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!
 
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