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 wanna 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 classics

Tou know that baby damn like they drop their funky shit [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 wanna 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 suck 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 wanna 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 wanna 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