The Jungle Brothers - Play On (Grand Central) lyrics

[Rae & Christian] You know how we be reckoning white labels hard-to-get Once again Live on Grand Central Next stop - Grand Central [Mike G] Yo! Phone's ringin', where's the action, time to get on blaze Half-next I got your message I'm about to go page Grand Central, time to blow some mentals, cashing the essentials Build enough credentials, that's essentials I make timbo's shine like the face on a dime Make you freak, electric boogie, whap, Boogaloo-one Jump back kiss myself and still keep myself in time Check the brotha the you're seein' just stays on your mind We got the fundamental usage To make you feel the looseness You recognize the jungle and you're screaming "Oh my goodness!" The remedy to keep the party lively It's no trouble or mystery who you call, yo The JB's - like cool breeze on a coast Ain't gotta say no more we let the vibe be your host And let the rude boy roast, and like the fat rump roast Won't you take a taste of this, you're on-off wagging your boast Iit's the can't-go-wrong, it's the funky-and-strong It's tha tack, you tell the DJ let the record play on [Afrika] Play on, play on, play off, play on - uh yeah Uh do you want me to flow? Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah Sing another funky rhyme? Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah Uh do you want to feel the vibe? Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah Well I'ma do it one time Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh check it out, hah They call me Afrika, I fit the script bone you with the Statula I comin' back at ya with more juice than Dracula attackin' ya Lyrical acrobatics is a habit Makin' the track bounce like a Bugs Bunny rabbit [Make 'em bounce baby!] Take you behind my bush, spill it on your belly Keepin' on the down-low just like R. Kelly Unload my clip with the JB cla**ics Tou know that baby damn like they drop their funky sh** [No doubt!] Like you, you got the flava, know you caught the vapours Want that koochy lick in the only sky-pager You know me from the native time, eighteen years young But it was the trade that made your money give me some Yeah, play on & play on & play on & play on Grand Central [Word up!] Uh do you want me to flow? Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah I'll sing another funky rhyme? Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah Uh do you want to feel the vibe? Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah Uh do you want me to flow? Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah [Mike G] Yo, yo, it's Mike G, the grand boogie, we make 'em bounce and such I was just a young boy when I learned the jungle touch Made a platina from rust, made a build-up in trust And when the sound boy came, we came around and we crushed We set the scoops up nice and that we through want to miss And then we tapped them with the horns they never came off their crib The rhyme reck'ning grows as the roof gets phrased It's just another scene the Brothers had to put bun cleans Orchestrated by the Brothers that groove in Grand Central I learned to make you bounce as a part of fundamentals Every record must be sold 'cause in this job there are no rentals Let my soul die when only Vai-Chi's s** my mentals When I rock upon the mic i'm pushing hard for my mental Yeah, yeah, yeah I play on I play on I play on Yeah [Afrika] Do you want me to flow? Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah Sing another funky rhyme? Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah Uh do you want to feel the vibe? Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah Well I'ma do it one time Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh check it out, hah Uh do you want me to flow? Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah Sing another funky rhyme? Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah Uh do you want to feel the vibe? Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah Well I'ma do it one time Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh check it out, hah