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