Case Of The Pta Lyrics - Future Without A Past - Leaders Of The New School

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 o the kids 

The young generation yo, what's the deal brah, Charlie Brown, 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., huh man 

In school I wrote notes and took quotes from Shakespeare 

And other types of rhymes to show you that I care 

But things like together forever to you my only one 

It was special I can say it was another one 

You would say someone's knocking at my window 

Someone's ringing my bell, ding song 

It's about two in the morning 

Hey yo G, what the Hell's going on? 

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

But never the less, here 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 educated lad 

Going around doing chores for your dad 

Playing a duck, wearing sweaters and shoes 

Chilling with pop just listen to the blues 

And talking to your mom about a love for her daughter 

Suggesting to me that I just oughta, watch myself, inch by inch 

Watch myself and use some sense, so I did, hey 

It didn't do a damn thing but a case to complain, so now I sing 

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

Roar, Busta Rhymes the mighty infamous 

Always misbehaving and mischeivous 

Causing aggravation I'll never pause 

Pushing out spit balls through plastic straws, in class 

In gym, I got caught at last 

For ligthing up the courtyard grass 

Teacher, teacher, go to the flesh 

Busta Rhymes liked to killed the complex 

Hey yo, in class, kicked it to this girl Cheryl 

What? 

The teacher try to tell me I was Pharoah 

No no no 

I'm not with detention no no with suspension 

A child's wickedy wild the Calbridge Hill styles 

Teach us just a knowledge to go talk to my mommy 

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

I hate this relationship, the mom and teacher 

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

Okay, of today I am the new school, pray 

Between my momma, teacher, and my dad hey yo 

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

Aah, yo teachers hate me but the girls don't take me 

Because I'm C Brown, Class Clown 

Gettin' still aah, sometimes I chill yo 

Depending on the day and how I feel 

Sometimes I leave an apple that's rotten and brown 

No where to be found 

Poll tax on sheets, five days a week 

Arrive in the lunchroom, I gotta get some sleep 

But I didn't do it, you did it 

I'm suspended, you was wit' it 

And now it's time to pay for the crime 

That I never got caught like Judge Wapner, bam take on the court 

A room of teachers, parents, and preachers 

A principal and one kid dress in sneakers 

Case of brown versus the board, order order 

Yo twelve, verse one is a slaughter 

I pleaded my case, aah 

Face to face, aah 

It was a waste 

And everyone was in place yo 

He announced me guilty you have 

Three hundred sixty four days 

Of detention to serve 

Some nerve 

I felt this could be from pissed 

The head of the board said "Case dismissed" 

As I walk out the room I hear them say 

Aah, yeah yeah yeah 

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