Temperature - Sean Paul

Lyrics by：Adrian Marshall/Rohan Fuller/Sean Paul

Di gyaldem Schillaci Chanderpaul

Suh mi give it to

Suh mi give it to

Suh mi give it to to all girls

Five million and forty naughty shorty

Baby girl all my girls all my girls Chanderpaul seh

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 di gyal dem breakout 'pon di 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 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 gyal ya got your chest out

But you no wasters 'cause gyal ya impress out

And if ya diss out a me ya fi test out

'Cause I got the remedy fi make ya de-stress out

Mi haffi flaunt it become a 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

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 Brigitte and Flavor show

Time fi we make baby now

So stop gwaan like you a actin' shady yo

Woman don't play me now

'Cause I no Fred Sanford not 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 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 mi wan' discover

Everything 'bout you baby girl can't 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 di gyal dem breakout 'pon di 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 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

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