Temperature

The gyal dem Schillaci, Chanderpaul

So me give it to, so me give it to, so me give it to, to all girls

Five million and forty, naughty shorty

Baby girl, all my girls, all my girls, Chanderpaul say

Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keeping 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 gyal dem bruk out 'pon di floor

From you don't want no worthless performer (Oh-oh)

From you don't want no man weh can't turn you on, gyal

Make you see your hand them up on ya (Oh-oh)

Can't tan up on it long, naw eat no yam, no steam fish

Nor no green banana (Oh-oh)

But down in Jamaica, we give it to you hot like a sauna

Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keeping 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 yuh got your chest out

But you no wasters 'cause gyal yuh impress out (Oh-oh)

And if you des out a me yuh fi test out

Cah I got the remedy fi make you de stress out (Oh-oh)

Me 'affi flaunt it, become a God, bless out

And, girl, if you want it, yuh haffi confess out (Oh-oh)

A no lie, weh we need, set speed, haffi test the mattress out

Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keeping 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'

Ain't no Brigette and Flava show (Oh-oh)

Time fi we make baby now, so stop, gwaan like you a actin' shady, yo (Oh-oh)

Woman don't play me now, 'cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady, yo (Oh-oh)

My loving is the way to go, my loving is the way to go

Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keeping 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 brotha like me, girl, there is no other (Oh-oh)

No need to talk it right here, just park it right here, keep it undercover (Oh-oh)

From me love how yuh fit inna yuh blouse and yuh fat inna yuh jeans

And mi waan discover (Oh-oh)

Everything 'bout you, baby girl, can you hear when me utter?

Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keeping 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 gyal dem bruk out 'pon di floor

From you don't want no worthless performer (Oh-oh)

From you don't want no man weh can't turn you on, gyal

Make ah see your hand them up on ya (Oh-oh)

Can't tan up on it long, naw eat no yam, no steam fish

Nor no green banana (Oh-oh)

But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna

Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keeping 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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