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
