Temperature
Di gyaldem schillaci
Chanderpaul
Suh mi give it to, suh mi give it to
Suh mi give it to, to all girls
Five million and forty naughty shorty
Baby girl, all my girls
All my girls, chanderpaul seh
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 (oh-oh)
From you don't want no man weh can't turn you on
Gyal, make I see your hand dem up on ya (oh-oh)
Can't tan 'pon it long, nah 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 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 gyal, ya got your chest out
But you no wasters 'cause gyal, ya impress out (oh-oh)
And if ya diss out a me, ya fi test out
'Cause I got the remedy fi make ya de-stress out (oh-oh)
Mi haffi flaunt it, becah mi God bless out
And girl, if you want it, you haffi confess out (oh-oh)
I 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 brigitte and flavor 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 I no fred sanford, not grady, yo (oh-oh)
My lovin' is the way to go
My lovin' is the way to go
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
When you roll with a player like me
With a bredda like me, gyal, 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 you fit inna your blouse
And you fat inna your jeans and mi wan' discover (oh-oh)
Everything 'bout you, baby girl
Can't you hear when me utter?
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 (oh-oh)
From you don't want no man weh can't turn you on
Gyal, make I see your hand dem up on ya (oh-oh)
Can't tan 'pon it long, nah 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 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
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Temperature
The girls are chillin'
Chanderpaul
So I give it to you, so I give it to you
So I give it to you, to all the girls
Five million and forty naughty shorties
Baby girl, all my girls
All my girls, Chanderpaul says
Well, girl, the way the weather's cold, I wanna keep you warm
I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, girl, I got the right moves to turn you on
And girl, I wanna be the dad, you can be the mom, oh-oh
Let me see the girls break out on the floor
If you don't want no worthless performer (oh-oh)
If you don't want no man who can't turn you on
Girl, let me see your hands up in the air (oh-oh)
Can't stay on it long, don’t eat no yam
No steamed fish, nor green bananas (oh-oh)
But down in Jamaica, we give it to you hot like a sauna
Well, girl, the way the weather's cold, I wanna keep you warm
I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, girl, I got the right moves to turn you on
And girl, I wanna be the dad, you can be the mom, oh-oh
Bumper out and girl, you got your chest out
But you ain't no waste, 'cause girl, you impress (oh-oh)
And if you diss me, you better test me
'Cause I got the remedy to make you de-stress (oh-oh)
I gotta flaunt it, 'cause God blessed me
And girl, if you want it, you gotta confess (oh-oh)
I ain't lying, what we need, set the pace
Gotta test the mattress out
Well, girl, the way the weather's cold, I wanna keep you warm
I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, girl, I got the right moves to turn you on
And girl, I wanna be the dad, you can be the mom, oh-oh
Girl, don’t say I’m crazy now
This strange love ain't no Brigitte and Flavor show (oh-oh)
Time for us to make a baby now
So stop acting like you’re shady, yo (oh-oh)
Girl, don’t play me now
'Cause I ain't Fred Sanford, not Grady, yo (oh-oh)
My love is the way to go
My love is the way to go
Well, girl, the way the weather's cold, I wanna keep you warm
I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, girl, I got the right moves to turn you on
And girl, I wanna be the dad, you can be the mom, oh-oh
When you roll with a player like me
With a brother like me, girl, there’s no other (oh-oh)
No need to talk it right here
Just park it right here, keep it undercover (oh-oh)
I love how you fit in your blouse
And you look good in your jeans and I wanna discover (oh-oh)
Everything about you, baby girl
Can't you hear when I say it?
Well, girl, the way the weather's cold, I wanna keep you warm
I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, girl, I got the right moves to turn you on
And girl, I wanna be the dad, you can be the mom, oh-oh
Let me see the girls break out on the floor
If you don't want no worthless performer (oh-oh)
If you don't want no man who can't turn you on
Girl, let me see your hands up in the air (oh-oh)
Can't stay on it long, don’t eat no yam
No steamed fish, nor green bananas (oh-oh)
But down in Jamaica, we give it to you hot like a sauna
Well, girl, the way the weather's cold, I wanna keep you warm
I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, girl, I got the right moves to turn you on
And girl, I wanna be the dad, you can be the mom, oh-oh
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Oh-oh
Escrita por: R. Buckminster Fuller