(feat. Jungle Brothers) 



[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