| Everybody fi a bounce
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| Everybody fi a move
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| Mi si old, mi si young
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| In a dancing too
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| Everybody to the group
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| Stepping out, stepping out
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| Wi a winner cyaa lose
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| Stepping out, stepping out
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| People know mi clean any time mi come out
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| Mi thing dem different, mi style cyaa run out
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| A no nothing regular, this cyaa bun out
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| A dead in a yo area, hotter than the sun out
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| Move to the music, move to the music
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| Tun it up, up, up, till yo lose it
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| Never confuse, abuse or refuse it
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| No reggae, dancehall, different genre mi fuse it
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| So mi si the young and the old dem a lose control
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| And a music bring the joy to dem soul
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| Watch mi tun it up, tun it up
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| So wi roll, just listen keen to how the story unfold
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| So when we, touch the road, touch the road
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| Dem no bad as wi, fresher than Fresh Prince
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| Badder than Bill Cosby
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| Si dem a run up and down like a annnancy
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| Cyaa keep a good man down like Kolonji
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| Hey, mi head a blaze like fire now
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| And mi have style fi spare like tire now
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| Blaze the grades, bun it up to the sky yah now
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| In a mi ears music a whisper yah now |