🎵 Temperature (Live) // by Sean Paul

1 ContributorTemperature (Live) Lyrics [Intro] Yaga, yo This one is dedicated to the nights Bad riddims and forty shorties That's the way to know, Dutty Rock This is my second single for The Trinity And so they've got a temperature You heard, you hear me? Yo [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 dеm up on ya (Oh-oh) Can't tan 'pon it long, nah eat no yam No steam fish, no green banana (Oh-oh) But down in Jamaica We givе it to you hot like a sauna [Chorus] Well, woman, the way the time cold, wanna be keepin' you warm I got the right temperature, 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, ayo [Verse 2] 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) I no lie, weh we need, set speed Haffi test the mattress out Woman, yo, Sean da Paul, yeah, yuh done know seh Yute God bless out [Chorus] Well, woman, the way the time cold, 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 [Verse 3] Crazy now This strange love it a no Brigitte and Flavor show (Oh-oh) Time fi we get baby now So stop, gwaan like you actin' crazy, 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 Ayy, ayo, you know [Chorus] Well, the way the time cold, wanna be keepin' you warm I got the right temperature, 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 [Verse 4] When you 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 Cah me love how you fit inna your blouse Fat inna your jeans and mi wan' discover Everything 'bout you, baby girl Can you hear when me utter? (Yo) [Chorus] Woman, the way the time cold, 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, alright, how yah seh? (Everybody) [Outro] Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Yaga, yo Dutty, yeah