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 King Caesar the Woman Pleaser Now let me make it clear That these are the brothers Who made it possible For your janky a** 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 n***as 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 sh** 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 f**ed up, man You know what Tell Todd we gonna change the music right now Trying to do some old school sh** 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 f** is it Here have this drink You know what I'm saying, Say it Say it on the f**ing microphone Yo, chill out Todd You don't like old school disco rap, shut up You don't love that sh** I love that sh**