Open School - Von Pea, Danny!

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