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
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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,
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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
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Boops
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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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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 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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Rootsie & Boopsie You Are My Sunshine
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| Papa Winnie |
