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Ohhh oooo! |
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The dance hall has to ram, the dance hall has to ram |
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It has to ram in a style and fashion |
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The nation has to jam, the nation has to jam |
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We gonna jam in a style and pattern |
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Because is I, Papa Winnie, on the microphone stand |
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The people doesn't know where I really come from |
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Me tall, me no short, me slim, me not fat |
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And everytime I rap, me say the crowd hear me say |
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You are my sunshine my only sunshine |
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You make me happy, when skies are gray |
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You never know, Dear, how much I love you |
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So please don't take my sunshine away |
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You are the woman, and I am the man |
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And everything we do, jah knows we do it real strong |
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We are just modeling up the dance hall, in a style and fashion |
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Me and my girl, her name is Liana |
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The talk of the town, is that we have two babies, twins |
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One of them fat and one of them slim |
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We call them Rootsie, Rootsie, |
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Rootsie and Boopsie, Rootsie, Rootsie, Rootsie and Boops |
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You are my sunshine... |
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Sufferation in the land, sufferation in the land |
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Killing all my natian Lord I can't understand |
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Famine in the land, tribulation getting strong |
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They always have a plan to fool we Africans |
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Creating war in the East |
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War in the West |
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War inthe North |
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And war inthe South |
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If love were a thing that money can buy |
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The rich man would live, and the poor man would die |
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You are my sunshine... |
