Hold The Line (feat. Mr. Lex & Santigold)

[Hook: Santigold] I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' [Verse 1: Mr. Lexx] We a fuck 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 sperm donor Bush to de bone me Fresh from California Wen me touch di road 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' I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' I make ya' jeans vibrate like a Nokia [Verse 2: Mr. Lexx] Hot gyal 'ere, hot gyal there A bere 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, no botha worry you ask me, cause me share Step up inna de club and watch everybody stare We a fuck 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' I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' 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 Now I'm much better than you You really wanna get, you wanna get You tremblin' up from the mix, eh Baby, you better sit down Fling it back mek yuh wanna get off di ground, yea Doh pretend like I doh hear yuh when yuh pick up I love it down when you think about me All you fuckin' round busy bad boys, forget about me [Hook: Santigold] I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' I make ya', I make ya', I make, I make ya', I make ya' I make ya' jeans vibrate like a Nokia