| We need the funk, gotta have that funk
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| Hold up chill out, chill out
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| Chill out on that drinking, man
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| I wanna say something, man
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| I wanna say something real quick
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| It’s real serious, man
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| It’s about the brothers who started hip hop
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| Kool Herc, Pete DJ Jones, Disco King Mario
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| And Richie T of the world famous T-Connection
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| Dig this
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| Ya see now everybody around the nation
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| I’m gonna give you some inspiration
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| No other sound is quite the same
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| Uh huh huh huh
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| Now let me take you on a trip down memory lane
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| Bambaataa was live in the Bronx river
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| Across town you had Cowboy and Flash
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| They was tearing down the black door room
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| Before you get confused
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| Let me warn you
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| I’m an old school junkie
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| Who was born here in california
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| Around the same time
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| Rahiem was down with the Funky Four
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| Then he skipped to Furious
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| And they added 1 more
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| The original Jazzy Jeff
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| Or was it Keith Ceasar the Woman Pleaser
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| Now let me make it clear
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| That these are the brothers
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| Who made it possible
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| For your janky ass crew to get yo'
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| Eddie Cheeba, Eddie Cheeba
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| And who makes it sweeter than Lovebug at the Fever
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| Coked out, loc’ed out rappers at their best
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| And some of these niggas think
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| It started here in the West
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| But it hit our airwaves around 79
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| And if you really wanna go back
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| To Fatback and Tim the King Third
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| Coke La Rock, Ecstasy Garage was the spot
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| Casanovas running around, giving out speednots
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| In the name of hip hop
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| The origin of the name drop
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| Came from gangstas running the numbers
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| In Harlem world, it was disco
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| Bronx was rugged
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| They was setting up
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| Playing for anybody who dug it
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| Like this y’all
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| It’s like that baby brother
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| Gotta give it to New York
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| The birthplace of my mother
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| Angel dust was the shit and everybody was toking
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| Cool out, Cool out man
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| What, what, hold on, man
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| Hey, get back, back up, homie don’t
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| Yo, Give me my Kangol back, Yo
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| Yeah, give him back his Kambol
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| Get away from him we gonna turn
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| Ohh, that’s fucked up, man
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| You know what
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| Tell Todd we gonna change the music right now
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| Trying to do some old school shit
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| Y’all relax, you ladies chill, You keep dancing man
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| We’ll keep this party
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| Hey, man, this a nice dog
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| We’ll stop this old school
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| What kind of dog is
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| Don’t trip, Double, man
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| What the fuck is it
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| Here have this drink
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| You know what I’m saying, Say it
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| Say it on the fucking microphone
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| Yo, chill out Todd
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| You don’t like old school disco rap, shut up
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| You don’t love that shit
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| I love that shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Letter 2 c/o The Bronx , by - People Under The Stairs. Song from the album Fun DMC, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп