Lyrics
The gal dem Schillaci, Sean da PaulSo me give it to, so me give to, so me give it to, to all girlsFive million and forty naughty shortyBaby girl, all my girls, all my girls, Sean da Paul say
Well woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warmI got the right temperature fi shelter you from the stormOh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl IWanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh-oh!
Make I see the gal them bruk out pon the floorFrom you don't want no worthless performerFrom you don't want no man wey can't turn you on gyalMake I see your hand them up on yaCan't tan pon it longNah eat no yam, no steam fish, nor no green bananaBut down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warmI got the right temperature fi shelter you from the stormOh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl IWanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh-oh!
Bumper exposed and gal you got your chest outBut you no wasters, cah gal you impress outAnd if you des out a me, you fi test outCah I got the remedy to make you de-stress outMe haffi flaunt it becah me God bless outAnd girl if you want it you haffi confess outA no lie, weh we need set speed, haffi test the mattress out
Well, woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warmI got the right temperature fi shelter you from the stormOh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl IWanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh-oh!
Gyal don't say me crazy nowThis strange love it a no Bridgette and Flava showTime fi a make baby now so stop gwaan like you a act shady yoWoman don't play me now, 'cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady yoMy 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 warmI got the right temperature fi shelter you from the stormOh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl IWanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh-oh!
When you roll with a player like meWith a brudda like me gyal there is no otherNo need to talk it right hereJust park it right here, keep it undercoverCah me love how you fit inna you blouse and you fat inna you jeansAnd mi waan discoverEverything 'bout you baby girl, can you hear when me utter?
Well, woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warmI got the right temperature fi shelter you from the stormOh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl IWanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh-oh!
Make I see the gal them bruk out pon the floorFrom you don't want no worthless performerFrom you don't want no man wey can't turn you on gyalMek I see your hand them up on yaCan't tan pon it longNah eat no yam, no steam fish, nor no green bananaBut down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna
Well, woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warmI got the right temperature fi shelter you from the stormOh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl IWanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh-oh!
Oh-oh!Oh-oh!Oh-oh!
Songwriters: Sean Paul Henriques / Rohan Ashley Fuller / Adrian Marshall
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