Lyrics:

de gyal dem Schillachi...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 ma girlz all ma girlz...Sean da Paul sey - 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 gyal them bruk out pon di floor from you no whan no worthless performer From you no want no man wey can`t turn you on gyal make I see when dem are pon ya.. Can`t tan pon it long naw eat no yam...nah steam fish nor no green banana 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 to 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 you got your chest out but you no wear sox cause gyal you 'Empress' out And if you des out a me you fi test out, Cause I got the remedy to make you de-stress out Me haffi flaunt it because me God Bless out And girl if you want it you haffi confess out A no lie weh we need set speed a fi test the mattress out Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin` you warm I got the right temperature to 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 Strangelove it a no Bridgette and Flava show Time fi a make baby now so stop gwaan like you are get shady yo Woman don`t play me now, cause are no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo 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 to 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 brother like me gyal there is no other No need to talk it right here just park it right here keep it undercover From me love how you fittin ya blouse and you fat in ya jeans and mi waan discover Everything out you baby girl can you hear when me utter Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin` you warm I got the right temperature to 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 gyal them bruk out pon di floor from you no whan no worthless performer From you no want no man wey can`t turn you on gyal make I see when dem are pon ya Can`t tan pon it long naw eat no yam nah steam fish nor no green banana 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 to 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