Rootsie and Boopsie

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

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

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