Busta Rhymes - Case of the PTA lyrics

[Hook] It's just another case of that old P.T.A [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 loving one You would say someone's knocking at my window (knock knock!) Someone's ringing my bell (ding dong!) It's about two in the morning (Yo D, what the hell's going on?) [Hook] [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 Going around doing chores for your dad Playing a duck, wearing sweaters and shoes Chilling with pop just listening to the blues And talking 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] [Busta Rhymes] ROAARRR Busta Rhymes the mighty infamous Always misbehaving and mischievous Causing aggravation I'll never pause Pushing out spit balls through plastic straws (In cla**!) Until I got caught at last for lighting up the courtyard gra** Hey! Teacher, teacher, don't try to flex (Busta Rhymes 'bout to get a complex) Hey yo, in cla** kicked it to this girl Cheryl (What?) 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] [Charlie Brown] Ah! Yo teachers hate me, the girls don't date me Because I'm C Brown (cla** clown!) Yet and still, ah, sometimes I chill, yo Depending on the day and how I feel Sometimes I leave an apple that's rotten and (brown!) Nowhere to be found Thumb 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]