Letter From the Old School - People Under The Stairs

Ay, yo

I think you guys got a letter here

Looks like it’s from L. A

Word

Let me take this down here to Mel

He’s working out right now

Ay’yo, Mel We got a letter right here, man

Some dude from L. A

Well, who’s that, Let me see that

What’s it say

He said a-bop-dit-bop-fop-a-get-fop-to-the-sit-rip-hope-to-the-real?

I don’t like that junk

Me neither

We gonna write this sucka back

Let’s see what we got here

American Express, nah, fucking bills, nah

The Old School, This for

Hey, Mike, man, you got a letter here from the Bronx

Oh, word

Yeah, they, someone wrote you, man

Aw, shit

Check this out

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Aw, man I can’t believe it

They wrote me back

Aw, shit, man, Aw, the Old School, T

I knew they’d come around, I knew they’d come around, man

Let’s see what this shit says right here

Aww, wait a minute

Dear Double K what’s wrong with you

We got your letter asking us about the Old School

Well for your information we’re doing fine

Still smoking the cheeba, still drinking wine

We can’t get no shows promoters won’t call

So we’re forced to hang out without a rock and play ball

Are you the real Double K, is that you, Guy Davis

Or that DJ from L.A. who said he’s gonna save us

Well to answer your question

Yes, We still amaze

Rock, shock, and put the whole block in a daze

Keep being sarcastic ya' being a mess

And keep popping that junk, we got your address

Don’t bother no more, don’t write, don’t call

We need to take you to court for saying, Yes, yes, y’all

To conclude this letter, stop being a fool

Bring your ass to the Bronx and Love The Old School

Are you fucking kidding me

These niggas is tripping

Man, I was just trying to find out how they

Rock, shock, block, and amaze

And all, all that good

Man, see, that’s why them fools

Man, that’s why in '88 they wasn’t selling no records

Man, hold up, Fuck that

Just trying to help these old niggas out, man

Just trying to get them niggas some shine and some light

Fuck it, man

I’ll just start writing old pop artists or some shit, man

Word, man, You know, like Luther Vandross

He’d appreciate that shit, man

Matter of fact, think I’mma throw a Luther-fest