You are my sunshine

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 Boops You are my sunshine.....

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, and the