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(Spoken) |
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My ladies! Hahahaha! You know you gotta run away with me to the Islands. Ha! Shaggy! |
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(Sung) |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa |
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My Sugarcane |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa |
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(Sugarcane) |
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She said she's tired of the city life |
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Says she wants a simple life |
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Tell me seh she need me want to settle down and be my wife |
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Introduce her to the Island life |
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She says it's everything that she likes |
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We bought some fruits from the fruit stand |
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Roots from the Roots Man |
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Coconut water well we get it from the Jelly Man |
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She had a piece of my Sugarcane |
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From then she hasn't been the same |
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She says |
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No bright lights no fame |
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Caviar or Champagne |
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She wanna be a plane old Jane |
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She likes the taste of my Sugarcane |
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It ain't hard to explain |
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How this girl rocks my brain |
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She likes being a plane old Jane |
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She likes the taste of my Sugarcane |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa |
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She likes the taste of my Sugarcane |
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Girl the ain't no substitute |
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Don't you worry about the loot |
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Wanna be a mommy ripe and ready for a couple youths |
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Forever on this island cruise |
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Tell me baby how can we lose? |
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She love the Ackee and the Salt Fish |
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Yam from the Market |
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Sweet Cocoa Tea or some real Hot Chocolate |
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But when she taste my Sugarcane |
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From then she hasn't been the same |
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She says |
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No bright lights no fame |
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Caviar or Champagne |
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She wanna be a plane old Jane |
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She likes the taste of my Sugarcane |
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It ain't hard to explain |
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How this girl rocks my brain |
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She likes being a plane old Jane |
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She likes the taste of my Sugarcane |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa |
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She likes the taste of my Sugarcane |
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No bright lights no fame |
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Caviar or Champagne |
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She wanna be a plane old Jane |
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She likes the taste of my Sugarcane |
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It ain't hard to explain |
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How this girl rocks my brain |
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She likes being a plane old Jane |
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She likes the taste of my Sugarcane |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa |
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She likes the taste of my Sugarcane |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh |
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Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa |
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She likes the taste of my Sugarcane |