| Splash! |
| And everything wet up
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| All the girls dem, get up, stand up, and jump up, and pump up
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| Music…
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| Everytime
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| Baby girl, train of mind
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| You know why?
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| Music…
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| I have never seen a girl whose so pretty and so fair
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| With those pretty likkle red, red roses in her hair
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| Never seen a girl whose so pretty and so fair
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| With those pretty likkle red, red roses in her hair
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| Music…
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| Me woulda walk from Hanover, right down inna Vere
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| Hope when I reach your likkle love no disappear
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| To treat it just like a medal, pon the Bible I swear
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| Shine it down that it will never smear
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| When this true life sweet you, don’t let love disappear
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| I am warm and tender and cuddly like a bear
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| Some of your love potion, I’m begging for a share
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| I haffi reload lyrics like me named Pastor Blair
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| I have never seen a girl whose so pretty and so fair
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| With those pretty likkle red, red roses in her hair
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| Never seen a girl whose so pretty and so fair
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| With those pretty likkle red, red roses in her hair
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| To have and to hold was the ultimate goal
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| One bag of reasons she a read from a scroll
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| True me named Gargamel, that simply means I must patrol
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| Bound pon mi compound
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| Cho, Buju B. telling the world all around
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| Woman, jump up 'cause you anuh puppet or clown
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| Hand inna the air, nobody can hold you down
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| You look good, and you no stop wake the town
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| Never seen a girl whose so pretty and so fair
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| With those pretty likkle red, red roses in her hair
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| Never seen a girl whose so pretty and so fair
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| With those pretty likkle red, red roses in her hair
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| Jamaican girls, Buju say unuh gone clear
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| Hand inna the air, jump up, jump up
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| New York massive, Buju say unuh gone clear
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| Hand inna the air, jump up, jump up
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| From you large and you anuh mascot
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| Hand inna the air, jump up, jump up
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| Pretty like Benz, you no favor old truck
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| Hand inna the air, jump up, jump up
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| A wha' dem ago do fi touch your thermos?
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| Gwan gyal pickney, you wicked and rough
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| From you know say you’re fat, I wanna see you grab it up
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| 'Cause a Buju Banton, you me haffi rush
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| Gyal, you look good, you mussi possess the touch
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| I’ve ever seen a girl whose so pretty and so fair
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| With those pretty likkle red, red roses — badang!
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| I’ve never seen a girl whose so pretty and so fair
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| With those pretty likkle red, red — once more!
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| Me woulda walk from Hanover, right down inna Vere
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| Hope when I reach your likkle love no disappear
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| To treat it just like a medal, pon the Bible I swear
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| Shine it down that it will never smear
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| When this true life sweet you, don’t let love disappear
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| I am warm and tender and cuddly like a bear
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| Some of your love potion, I’m begging for a share
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| I haffi reload lyrics like me named Pastor Blair
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| Never seen a girl whose so pretty and so fair
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| With those pretty likkle red, red roses in her hair
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| Never seen a girl whose so pretty and so fair
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| With those pretty likkle red, red roses in her —
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| Mi say, to have and to hold was the ultimate goal
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| One bag of reasons she a read from a scroll
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| Nuh true me named Gargamel, that simply means I must patrol
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| Haffi have that pon mi compound
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| Cho, Buju B. telling the world all around
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| Gyal, jump up 'cause you anuh puppet or clown
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| You sleep pon your Divan, and you no bounce it pon ground
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| Cho, Buju B. telling the world all around
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| I’ve never seen a girl whose so pretty and so fair
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| With those pretty likkle red, red roses in her hair
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| Never seen a girl whose so pretty and so fair
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| With those pretty likkle red, red roses in her hair
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| New York massive, Buju say unuh gone clear
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| Hand inna the air, jump up, jump up
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| Jamaican massive, Buju say unuh gone clear
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| Hand inna the air, jump up, jump up
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| Cho!
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| From you large and you anuh mascot
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| Hand inna the air, jump up, jump up
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| Pretty like Benz, you no favor old truck
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| Hand inna the air, jump up, jump up
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| Woman, you’re wicked and you know say you’re rough, cho
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| Hand inna the air, I waan fi see unuh jump up, cho
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| A it make all the man dem a lust, cho
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| A gyal a watch you, but she can’t touch
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| Never seen a girl whose so pretty and so fair
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| With those pretty likkle red, red roses in her hair
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| Never seen a girl whose so pretty and so fair
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| With those pretty likkle red, red roses —
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| I woulda walk from Hanover, right down inna Vere
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| Hope when I reach your likkle love no disappear
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| To treat it just like a medal, pon the Bible I swear
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| I woulda shine it down and it will never smear
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| When this true life sweet you, don’t let love disappear
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| I am warm and tender and cuddly like a bear
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| Some of your love potion, I’m begging for a share
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| Lyrics a manhandle like me name Pastor Blair
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| Never seen a girl whose so pretty and so fair… |