The dance hall has to ram The dance hall has to ram It has to ram in a style and fashion The nation has to jam The nation has to jam We gonna jam in a style and pattern Because is I, papa winnie, on the microphone stand The people doesn’t know where I really come from Me tall, me no short Me slim, me no fat And everytime l rap, me say, the crowd hear me
You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are gray You never know, dear How much I love you Please don’t take My sunshine away
You are the women And I am the man And everything we do A jah knows we do it real strong We are just modeling up the dance hall In a style and fashion Me and my girl Her name is liana The talk of the town Is that we have two babies, twins One of them fat and one of them slim We call them rootsie, rootsie Rootsie and boopsie Rootsie, rootsie Rootsie ond boops
You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are gray You never know, dear How much I love you Please don’t take My sunshine away
Country road take me home To the place where l belong Sweet saint vincent That's where l’m from Take me home, o country road
Sufferation in the land Sufferation in the land Killing all my nation Lord I can’t understand Famine in the land Tribulation getting strong They always have a plan To fool we africans Creating war in the east War in the west War in the north And war in the south If love were a thing That money can buy The rich man would live (twice) And the poor man would die
You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are gray You never know, dear How much I love you Please don’t take My sunshine away