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! Oh-oh! Oh-oh! Oh-oh!