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 not fat
And everytime I rap,
Me say the crowd hear me say
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy,
When skies are gray
You never know, Dear,
How much I love you
So please don't take
My sunshine away
You are the woman,
And I am the man
And everything we do,
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 and Boopsie
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy,
When skies are gray
You never know, Dear,
How much I love you
So please don't take
My sunshine away
Sufferation in the land,
Sufferation in the land
Killing all my natian 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 inthe North
And war inthe South
If love were a thing
That money can buy
The rich man would live,
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
So please don't take
My sunshine away
