Sean Paul - Temperature

The gyal 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, all my girls, all my girls, Sean da Paul say

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!
Make I see di gyal dem breakout 'pon di floor
From you don't want no worthless performer
From you don't want no man weh can't turn you on
Gyal, make I see your hand dem 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