Case of the P.T.A.

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man

Yo, yo, yo, I can't understand

Why the parents and the teachers

And everybody trying to the kids

The young generation, yo

What's the deal brah, Charlie Brown

Yo man, I don't know what the deal is

You hafta ask my partna Dinco D

Yo yo tell us D tell us D

Mass confusion g, i don't know what's up, hey yo man

It's just another case of that old P.T.A (Oh man)

In school, I wrote notes and took quotes from Shakespeare

And other types of rhymes to show you that I (care!)

From things like 'together forever'

To 'you're my only one' (only one!)

It was special, I can say it was a lovin' one

You would say someone's knockin' at my window (knock, knock!)

Someone's ringin' my bell (ding, dong!)

It's about 2 in the mornin'

(yo D, what the hell's goin' on!?)

It's just another case of that old P.T.A

But nevertheless, it goes to show my potential

And even though our love was three-dimensional

One (me!) two (you!) three (your pops!), now, what am I to do?

I had to transform into an educated lad

Goin' around doin' chores for your dad

Playin' a duck, wearin' sweaters and shoes

Chillin' with pop, just listening' to the blues

And talkin' to your mom about her love for her daughter

Suggestion to me, that I just oughta

Watch myself (inch by inch!), watch myself (and use some sense!)

So I did (hey!) and didn't do a damn thing

But they still complained, so now I sing

It's just another case of that old P.T.A

ROAARRR! Busta Rhymes, the mighty infamous

Always misbehavin' and mischievous

Causin' aggravation, I'll never pause

Pushin' out spit balls through plastic straws (in class!)

Until I got caught at last for lightin' up the courtyard grass

Hey! Teacher, teacher, don't try to flex

(Busta Rhymes 'bout to get a complex)

Hey yo, in class kicked it to this girl Cheryl (whaaat?)

The teacher tried to throw me a referral (no, no, no!)

But not with detention, or nor with suspension

A child wicked and wild that carries ill styles

She suggested I need to go talk to my mommy

Now when she gets home, she's gonna wear out the body

I hate this relationship to mom and teacher

When she reaches home, hey, yo, she knows that I reached ya

Ok, of today, I am the new school prey

Between my mom, my teacher and my dad, hey, yo

It's just another case of that old P.T.A

Ah! Yo, teachers hate me, the girls don't date me

Because I'm C. Broooowwwn (class clown!)

Yet and still, ah, sometimes I chill, yo

Dependin' on the day and how I feel

Sometimes I leave an apple that's rotten and (Brown!)

Nowhere to be found

Gum tacks on seats, five days a week

A riot in the lunchroom, I gotta get some sleep

But I didn't do it (you did it!)

I'm suspended (you was with it!)

And now it's time to pay for the crime and I never got caught

Like Judge Wapner (Bam, take 'em to court)

A room of teachers, parents and preachers

A principal and one kid dressed in sneakers

Case of Brown vs. the Board (Order! Order!)

Yo twelve, verse one is a slaughter

I pleaded my case, ah! Face to face, ah!

It was a waste and everyone was in place, yo

Pronounced me guilty you have three hundred sixty four

Days of detention to serve, some nerve

I felt dissed, could be from pissed

The head of the board said "case dismissed"

As I walked out the room I heard them say

Ayayayayayayayayayay! (Oh man, oh man)

It's just another case of that old P.T.A..*conversation*