ALLFRUMTHAI, THE COMRADS - Parental Discretion Iz Advised lyrics

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Aiy yo, aiy yo Banks

Aiy yo, what's crackin?

Aiy what y'all niggaz gonna do for this whoop?

Aiy, y'all want Boo Kapone to do the intro?

Parental discretion is advised for the moment

While I'm gettin' candid, now understand it

This ain't too typical in anyway, though

The pro is on the Mic, it's B-Double-O

I know the Banks makes you want to take a valium

So buy a bucket cause upcomin' is my album

And for the record, meanin' this record, now check it

Now, listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it

But in the meantime, listen to the rhyme

By the Comrads, Allfrumtha I, and Mack Dime

Bido's on the drum roll, rockin' the beat

Aiy yo Binky, where's you gonna take this shit man?

Aiy yo, let's take it to the street

Let them understand perfection

Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessin'

Cause I don't give a fuck about no Radio play

Observed the gangster shit I display

Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred

Scarred from listenin' to suckers so motherfuckin' hard

Dope, pumpin' that's all our shit will never falter

It's Binky Mack, fuck the Mind of Minolta

Psycho, like no, other motherfucker

So step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-O

But be warned, never will I leave like a regular

Cause I'm a little better than the regular competitor

I used to see them on stage

Earnin' money like a thief, but without a guage

Until I got full, of clockin the lame gettin' pull

(Aiy Binky, they said you ain't gon' get paid)

Nah, that's bullshit!

They like it stylistic

And I enchant the crowd like I'm a mystic

(C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras are flashin, when I'm in action

A photo, or fresh with a flair for fashion

Pure simplicity, see, it's elementary

You hear one of the hardest motherfuckers this century

Tryin' to comply a word to the wise and the guys

Parental discretion is advised

Squeak is must be straight high performance

My dick is an enormous for you bitches that's horrorin'

Shit I don't take it, not even in a toliet

My niggaz don't fake shit, cause we're ballin'

Turn up the pilot as it burns

And maybe, you motherfuckers will learn

I'm not a Dub, yeah, I speak sensible

I smoke bud, the number one principal

I'm engineerin; the shit that you're hearin'

Cause when it comes to power, I'm power steerin'

Silly you say, I say you're silly when you say it

Rush my tape to the deck, and shake your ass when you play it

Like Apollo, but I'm not an amateur

And I'm not givin' a fuck, when I damage you

For the record, here Squeak, he's gonna spin it

And if there was a trophy involved, I'll win it

Possession is mine cause I'm the holder

And a nigga like Squeak don't give a fuck when I fold ya

So you best to step off and be wise

Fuck it, ha ha, parental discretion is advised

I be well as known as a bandit

You gotta break bread cause you know the nigga's scandalous

And if you fail to see, read it in braile

It'll still be dumpin' chickens

Now, what's next is the flex of the genius

My rapid-stutter-steppin' if you seen this

Dope, you know, I got your whore on my pennies

Bitch made, niggaz fought the high-top faze

It's not my trademark, when I get loose in the dark

I guess, you wasn't stress for the crack pipe

But it's just another motherfucker on the pile

That's drivin' your ass with the flow of the tongue

You hung yourself short

The after-knowledge was brought to you attention

By the hardest motherfuckin' artist that is known for lynchin'

Any buster in a minute, stagger them all

When I start dumpin' better check your drawers

Gang Spine is a no doubt whip in a battle

Move like a snake when I'm mad; and then my tail rattle

I get low, take your whore and let your kids go

When I bust, parental discretion is a must

Little did they know, that I would be arrivin'

I know these busters been wonderin' where the fuck I been

But it's the K here to make more money

It's funny, how we're gettin' paid when our record be played

You're fuckin' regular, yo, as I get bitches the

Bitches wanna lay me and start suckin' up on the dick

So I get them hot, thinkin' that I'm a fuck them

As they sit, bumpin' their legs like a cricket

To you it may be funny

But the bitch can't get no dick, without money

So slip your C-note

And she can suck on this wing-ding-ding-a-ling down her throat

Foreplay; to me ain't shit

Whenever she spread them, then you can get the dick

Of Mr. K-Mac, if she can deal with the size

But if she can't, parental discretion's advised

Shut the fuck up!