Temperature lyrics

[Intro:]

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...baby girl...Sean da Paul sey...

[Chorus:]

Well woman the wheather turn cold I wanna be keepin' you warm

I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm

Oh lord, gal 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 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 gal make I see your hand them up on ya..

Can't tan pon it long.....naw 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 wheather turn cold I wanna be keepin' you warm

I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm

Oh lord, gal 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 gal you got your chest out but you no wasters cause gal you impress 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 wheather turn cold I wanna be keepin' you warm

I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm

Oh lord, gal 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:]

Gal 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 a act shady yo...

Woman don't play me know, cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo....

My lovin' is the way to go...my lovin' is the way to go.....

[Chorus:]

Well woman the wheather turn cold I wanna be keepin' you warm

I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm

Oh lord, gal 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 girl 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 you blouse and you fat inna you jeans and mi waan discover..

Everything out you baby girl can you hear when me utter...

[Chorus (repeat)]

Well woman the wheather turn cold I wanna be keepin' you warm

I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm

Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I...

Wanna be the Papa...You can be the Mom....oh oh!