Karaoké Temperature Sean Paul

The gyal dem Schillaci

Sean da Paul

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, Sean da Paul say

Well woman de way de time cold

I wanna be keepin' you warm

I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm

Oh Lord, gyal I got de right tactics to turn you on

And girl, I wanna be de papa you can be de mom, oh oh

Mek I see de gyal dem bruk out 'pon de floor

From yuh don't want no worthless performer

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

Gyal, mek I see your hand dem 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 yuh hot like a sauna

Well woman de way de time cold

I wanna be keepin' you warm

I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm

Oh Lord, gyal, I got de right tactics to turn you on

And girl, I wanna be de papa you can be de mom, oh oh

Bumper exposed and gyal ya got your chest out

But yuh no wasters 'cos, gyal, ya impress out

And if ya des out a me ya fi test out

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

Me 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 de way de time cold

I wanna be keepin' you warm

I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm

Oh Lord, gyal, I got de right tactics to turn you on

And girl, I wanna be de papa you can be de Mom, oh oh

Gyal, don't say me crazy now this strange love it a no Brigitte and flavor show

Time fi we mek baby now so stop, gwaan like you a actin' shady, yo

Woman, don't play, me know 'cos I no Fred Sanford not Grady, yo

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

Well woman de way de time cold

I wanna be keepin' you warm

I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm

Oh Lord, gyal, I got de right tactics to turn you on

And girl, I wanna be de papa you can be de mom, oh oh

When yuh 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 yuh blouse

And yuh fat inna ya jeans and mi waan discover

Everything 'bout you, baby girl can't you hear when me utter?

Well woman de way de time cold

I wanna be keepin' you warm

I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm

Oh Lord, gyal, I got de right tactics to turn you on

And girl, I wanna be de papa you can be de Mom, oh oh

Mek I see de gyal dem bruk out 'pon de floor

From yuh don't want no worthless performer

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

Gyal, mek I see your hand dem 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 yuh hot like a sauna

Well woman de way de time cold

I wanna be keepin' you warm

I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm

Oh Lord, gyal, I got de right tactics to turn you on

And girl, I wanna be de papa you can be de mom, oh oh