Sean Paul - Temperature

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 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