Case Of The P.T.A.

[Hook] It's just another case of that old P.T.A [Verse 1: Dinco D] 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!?) [Hook] [Verse 2: Dinco D] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] 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 [Hook] [Verse 4: Charlie Brown] 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! [Hook]