Open School

Ma, I swear to ya
All I do, I go in the class
And this lady bugs me everyday
All I do, I go sit down
I try to do my work
And it’s just, I don’t know I just be in there
I be doin' my work
I-I have more of my wo---
I left my notebook in my locker, but
I can show you my, uh, notebook
I have all the work, I can show you…
Ay yo, misunderstood (I'm misunderstood)
I swear to y’all I’m innocent
I didn’t do a thing
I may have fell asleep, and
Brought the 500 to school to make beats, and
They tried to take it away
I ran straight to the gate (I was out tho)
Writin' rhymes in class
Teacher put me on blast, and
Tesha started to laugh
So then I felt like a a**
Picked it up and exited the room
I’m in the exit with my dude
He got the exit lit
With exit spliff
But I’on smoke, I’m next to it
Idiots fell into the illest flips
Security to Mr. Smith
And now the 25th or 6th it’s no school
Internet, television, cell phone
Discipline respected
But I’m the only one at home
Can’t go to the mall before 3
I can’t visit Audrey
My portly Queens queen
She off’d me
Now the summer is here
It’s damn near the end of the year
But I’m gettin fussed out
Plus lost they trust now
And they telling me all of my never do rights
Now I definitely ain’t gettin a new bike
The only CD I’m makin' is with the grades
I wonder if D. Swain can turn 'em to A’s
(I'm sayin')
Yo I cannot show my mom this report card like this, I can’t do it,
open school is tomorrow, *sigh*
Yo I gotta make some phone calls, man
I gotta fix this for real
Yo, yo, yo
Pea hit me
«Please get me»
He’s 50 blocks
How am I supposed to come to his aid when: A
I’m in Far Rockaway, B
I just cut class today
So I’ll, C (see), what I can do
I owe him for life, c’mon
He slipped that copy of Cool Edit Pro, Part 2
So I hopped the E-Train
D. Swain is on the move
Passed a bum
Slapped him some
Pee stains was on his shoes
Ooh I just remembered
Danny! got his own dilemma
Parent-Teacher conference they been tryna schedule since September
Happens to be today
The day I finally decide to skip my class
My mom is gonna kick my a**
I can hear it now
She’ll probably get mad
If she finds out about the times I snuck away to go make beats in the
technology lab
And all the kids is talkin' bout me
So you know that the halls hot
Man, he got that Fruity Loops from some Blogspot
But it sounds great
Sour grapes
Showed up at school 3 hours late
Mrs. Hartley
Don’t you start with me
I know I’m bout to get a tardy
Plus I gotta help my homie with his grades
He passed his card to me
I’m slackin' on my hackin'
Guess I gotta use a Sharpie
Yo, Von, man I ain’t go let you go out like that
I got your back, check it out
Watch how I turn this D into a B
Look, look
It’s nothin', it’s nothin', I got you
It doesn’t even look THAT weird, you know what I’m sayin'
She’ll never know, she will never know the difference
If she does, know what I’m sayin'
But, don’t mention my name
Bring it back to me and I’ll see what I can do
Gotchu, I gotchu dawg