Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Play On (Grand Central), artist - Rae & Christian. Album song Northern Sulphuric Soul, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 20.04.2017
Song language: English
Play On (Grand Central) |
You know how we be reckoning white labels hard-to-get |
Once again |
Live on Grand Central |
Next stop — Grand Central |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |