Case of the P.T.A.

Lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes & Charlie Brown] 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 reaching the kids The young generation yo What's the deal bro, Charlie Brown, man I don't know what the deal is You have to 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 [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] [Outro: Leaders of the New School] Oh man, We have a final Countdown What's the deal bro, The Final Countdown Case Of The P.T.A. 5 Number 3, 4, 7, 8, 20, ah! 14, 22 Mass confusion g, Hey! Hey! hey! Let's Do The Final Countdown All This Scrubby Teachers All The Scrubby Teachers we do about it