Temperature
Sean Paul


Intro:
de gyal dem Schillachi...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 ma girlz... all ma girlz...Sean da Paul sey...

Chorus :
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!

Verse1:
Make I see the gyal them bruk out pon di floor from you no whan no worthless
performer
From you no want no man wey can't turn you on gyal make I see when dem are
pon ya..
Can't tan pon it long.....naw eat no yam...nah 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 keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature to 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 wear sox cause
gyal you "Empress" out
And if you des out a me you fi test out,Cause I got the remedy to make you
de-stress out....
Me haffi flaunt it because me God Bless out...And girl if you want it you
haffi confess out...
A no lie weh we need set speed a fi test the mattress out..

Chorus:
Well woman the way it turn 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!

Verse 3:
Gyal don't say me crazy now, this Strangelove it a no Bridgette and Flava
show..
Time fi a make baby now so stop gwaan like you are get shady yo...
Woman don't play me now, cause are no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo....
My lovin' is the way to go...my lovin' is the way to go.....

Chorus:
Well woman the way it turn 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!

Verse 4:
When you roll with a player like me...with a brother 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 fittin ya blouse and you fat in ya jeans and mi waan
discover..
Everything out you baby girl can you hear when me utter...

Chorus:
Well woman the way it turn 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!

Verse 5:
Make I see the gyal them bruk out pon di floor from you no whan no worthless
performer
From you no want no man wey can't turn you on gyal make I see when dem are
pon ya..
Can't tan pon it long.....naw eat no yam...nah steam fish....nor no green
banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna...

Chorus:
Well woman di way the time turn 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!


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