Hold The Line

LETRA

Hold The Line

[Intro: Major Lazer]
Major Lazer

[Chorus: 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 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 sperm donor
Bush to de bone me
Fresh from California
Wen me touch di road dem gyal smell da cologne ya
Hear me now

[Chorus: 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 jeans vibrate like a Nokia

[Post-Chorus]
Hold the line
Yeah

[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 f*** de hottest set a gyal dem round here
Year to year a fi we gyal dem have de flare
So, hear me now

[Chorus: 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 jeans vibrate like a Nokia
[Post-Chorus]
Hold the line

[Verse 3: Santigold]
I know my brain is much bigger than your stock
When I start 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

[Chorus: 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 jeans vibrate like a Nokia