People Under The Stairs – Letter From The Old School lyrics

[Intro]
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

[Verse]
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

[Outro]
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