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At ocean eleven
And now rudeboys have a go wail
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So
You think I never see you when you jump over
Papa, papa, papa
Do not lick me with that
Mama, mama, mama
It
The rude boy train is comin' nowThe rude boy train
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At ocean eleven
And the rudeboys a go wail
'Cause them out
Why, oh why, oh why, oh why
Tell me why
Why, oh
I like the way how you hold and treat me
it make no sense at all to say where you
Honour your mother and your father dad
Your days may be
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
So that
Ska ska ska, Jamaica ska.
Not many people can cha cha
I put my money into a condens can
You steal it
This is the time that we all should live as
You can get it if you really want
You can get
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