ฟังเพลงCase of the P.T.A.

Case Of The P.T.A. - Busta Rhymes

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 lie 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

knock knock

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

hey

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...

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