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 s**a back Let's see what we got here American Express, nah, f**ing 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, sh** Check this out Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Aw, man I can't believe it They wrote me back Aw, sh**, man, Aw, the Old School, T I knew they'd come around, I knew they'd come around, man Let's see what this sh** 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 a** to the Bronx and Love The Old School [Outro] Are you f**ing kidding me These n***as 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, f** that Just trying to help these old n***as out, man Just trying to get them n***as some shine and some light f** it, man I'll just start writing old pop artists or some sh**, man Word, man, You know, like Luther Vandross He'd appreciate that sh**, man Matter of fact, think I'mma throw a Luther-fest