The Voices of Sweet Jamaica (All Star Remix) - Shaggy

-P. Barrett-G Smith- Sweet Jamaica man a I and I land that Me no stop love it And me know the whole massive love it And them respect it to man, hear this Help me big up Jamaica The land of wood and water The systems might no proper But we love the vibes the food and the culture Woi, can't you see The beauty of this country Me never know a serious thing Until me reach a foreign Chorus: Say what a nice place fi live, sweet Jamdown The only problem is, dollars nah run What a nice place fi live, sweet Jamdown The only problem is, dollars nah run Now with the money inna you pocket And God inna you heart Crowd of people, what more you want Reggae music a play, reggae artists a chant A yah so me born and me nah transplant Chorus A man will let pon a banana boat And him gone aboard Because him say every weh better than yard But when him touch certain countries See the system of fraud Him haffi run back a Jamdown And give it it's reward Chorus Yah so me born, yah so me come from Yen so me live, and yah me intend fi tan Regardless of the economic condition You must admit this is a glorious land Chorus Help me big up Jamaica The land of wood and water The systems might no proper But we love the vibes the food and the culture Woi, can't you see The beauty of this country Me never know a serious thing Until me reach a foreign Chorus As a Jamaican, my argument is Whoever say them clever Them fi stop the promises And just, mass production In all the parishes And Jamdown will progress Like all the countries Chorus Jamaica and Jamaicans are extremely great Appreci-love and even some say appreciate Well since we know that make we concentrate On how fi make the dollars start circulate Chorus From money inna you pocket And God inna you heart Crowd of people, what more you want Reggae music a play, reggae artists a chant A yah so me born and me nah transplant Chorus

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