Southpaw unplugged: January 2007

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

The gal dem Schillati...Sean da Paul
it to...to all girls
Five million and forty naughty shorty...
Baby girl...all my girls, all my girls...Sean de Paul say
Well woman the way they turn cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm
hold on, gal 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 gal make I see your hand them up on ya..
Can't tan pon it long.....naw eat no yam...no steam fish....nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna..

Bumper exposed and gal you got your chest out but you no wasters cause gal you impress 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 but we need set speed a fi test the mattress out..

Gal don't say me crazy now, this Strangelove it a no Bridgette and Flava show..
Time fi a make baby now so stop gwaa like you a act shady yo...
Woman don't play me know, cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo....
My lovin' is the way to go...my lovin' is the way to go.....

When you roll with a player like me...with a brother like me girl there is no other
No need to talk it right here to spark it right here keep it undercover
From me love how you fit inna you blouse and you fat inna you jeans and mi waan discover..
Everything bout you baby girl can you hear when me utter...