Diplo - Hold the Line lyrics

[Hook: Santigold] I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' (x4) [Verse 1: Mr. Lexx] We a f** de hottest gyal dem round ya' Gyal from down a country and gyal from down a town ya If yuh check de phone ya Kimona, Simona and Sonya, Ramona Gyal love hear da sound ya Call Kiki and tell him send me a pound a A de highest grade because we like smell de aroma When me touch de body gyal dem seh a 'We a dem owna' Feelings a carry fi Fiona True a me she seh she wa fi be a s**m donor Bush to de bone me Fresh from California Wen me touch dem gyal smell da cologne ya Hear me now! [Hook: Santigold] I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' (x4) I make ya' jeans vibrate like a Nokia [Verse 2: Mr. Lexx] Hot gyal 'ere, hot gyal there A bare hot gyal me wan full up inna de Square Gyal a call me seh, 'Come here' 'Come Here' Me tell dem hold de line and tek a chair If ya want a girl, nuh botha worry you aks me cause me share Step up inna de club and watch everybody stare We a f** de hottest set a gyal dem round here Year to year a fi we gyal dem have de flare So, hear me now! [Hook: Santigold] I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' (x4) I make ya' jeans vibrate like a Nokia [Verse 3: Santigold] I know my brain is much bigger than your stock When I go spittin', never want me to stop I got that fire in me ready to explode And when it happens feel the wrath of my load Like, 'Damn woman! You got me, yeah, you get up on top' Like, 'Damn! How you do it with that rhythm you got?' Well now I'm drivin' till you get out on the road I wind you up, wind you, leave you shiverin' cold (?) All you f**in' round busy bad boys, forget about me [Hook: Santigold] I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' (x4) I make ya' jeans vibrate like a Nokia