Sean Paul - Temperature

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 gyal
Make I see your hand them 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 gal you got your chest out
But you no wasters, cah gal you impress out
And if you des out a me, you fi test out
Cah I got the remedy to make you de-stress out
Me haffi flaunt it becah me God bless out
And girl if you want it you haffi confess out
A 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 Bridgette and Flava show
Time fi a make baby now so stop gwaan like you a act shady yo
Woman don't play me now, 'cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo
My lovin' is the way to go, my lovin' is the way to go