It's a dancehall thing 
Chorus by Chevelle Franklin: 
She's a dancehall queen for life 
Gonna explode like dynamite 
And she's moving outta sight 
Now she a guh mash up di place like dynamite 

Gal how yuh so full a etiquette and yuh so clever 
Thru a Selassie mek a you design fi be the dancer 
If a fi m alone a woulda tun yuh inna mi lover 
Gal mi waan mi name, mi waan fi knock yuh wid mi hammer 
Den mek mi get back pon track yah, 
Marcia Fus time mi see yuh mi woulda walk inna macka 
Now mi see yuh wine mi waan fi bun up inna fire 
Tan up inna clothes like a tinking Fila 
Fi da gal yah a wine she look like mumma killa 
One touch mi touch mi it bun mi like pepper 
But hear di DJ a utter, mi halla 
Chevelle now or forever yuh halla 

Contest a gwaan fi di dancehall queen 
Who a wear di crown nuh di one 
Alovene Hell and powderhouse when miss lady come in 
Den everybaddi staart screem, seen 
Where di girl come from nobody dont know 
She's a devil angel and she's a go-go 
Ask mi I dont know, all mi know 
When mi hitch up dung a African Star 
Mi see bus, mi see truck, mi see bike, mi see car 
Night time come and video ligt it tun on 
Har body staart to alarm, gal because Chevelle Watch mi now 
She can cork any session 
Wid a cute face a create nuff heat inna di place 
An try nuh touch a button 
If yuh touch a button she a guh try an duh yuh suppen 
An go girl, faah mi naah stop say so 
Go girl, to the rhythm whey a throw