Songtext Case of the p.T.A. Busta Rhymes

Case of the p.T.A.

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

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?)
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
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 thingBut 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 misbehaving and mischievous
Causing aggravation I'll never pause
Pushing out spit balls through plastic straws
(In class!)
Until I got caught at last for lighting 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
(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

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 Brown (class 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!

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