People Under The Stairs – Letter 2 C/o The Bronx lyrics

[Intro]
We need the funk, gotta have that funk
Hold up chill out, chill out
Chill out on that drinking, man
I wanna say something, man
I wanna say something real quick
It's real serious, man
It's about the brothers who started hip hop
Kool Herc, Pete DJ Jones, Disco King Mario
And Richie T of the world famous T-Connection
Dig this

[Sample]
Ya see now everybody around the nation
I'm gonna give you some inspiration
No other sound is quite the same


Uh huh huh huh

[Verse 1]
Now let me take you on a trip down memory lane
1975
Bambaataa was live in the Bronx river
Across town you had Cowboy and Flash
They was tearing down the black door room
Before you get confused
Let me warn you
I'm an old school junkie
Who was born here in california
Around the same time
Rahiem was down with the Funky Four
Then he skipped to Furious
And they added 1 more
The original Jazzy Jeff
Or was it Keith Ceasar the Woman Pleaser
Now let me make it clear
That these are the brothers
Who made it possible
For your janky ass crew to get yo'
Eddie Cheeba, Eddie Cheeba
And who makes it sweeter than Lovebug at the Fever
Coked out, loc'ed out rappers at their best
And some of these niggas think
It started here in the West
But it hit our airwaves around 79
And if you really wanna go back
To Fatback and Tim the King Third
Coke La Rock, Ecstasy Garage was the spot
Casanovas running around, giving out speednots
In the name of hip hop
The origin of the name drop
Came from gangstas running the numbers
In Harlem world, it was disco
Bronx was rugged
They was setting up
Playing for anybody who dug it
Like this y'all
It's like that baby brother
Gotta give it to New York
The birthplace of my mother
Angel dust was the shit and everybody was toking


[Outro]
Cool out, Cool out man
What, what, hold on, man
Hey, get back, back up, homie don't
Yo, Give me my Kangol back, Yo
Yeah, give him back his Kambol
Get away from him we gonna turn
Ohh, that's fucked up, man
You know what
Tell Todd we gonna change the music right now
Trying to do some old school shit
Y'all relax, you ladies chill, You keep dancing man
We'll keep this party
Hey, man, this a nice dog
We'll stop this old school
What kind of dog is
Don't trip, Double, man
What the fuck is it
Here have this drink
You know what I'm saying, Say it
Say it on the fucking microphone
Yo, chill out Todd
You don't like old school disco rap, shut up
You don't love that shit
I love that shit