N.W.A. - Parental Discretion Iz Advised lyrics

rate me

(Dr. Dre)

1,2,3 Kick it

(The D.O.C.)

Hey yo, Dre, what's going on, man, what's going on

hey what'cha all gonna do for this last record

No, tell, what'cha all gonna do

Ok, you want me to do the intro, alright

Parental discretion is advised for the moment

While I'm getting candid, now understand it

Ain't too typical in any way, though the pro

On the mic is the D.O. to the C., this is an intro

I know the D.O.C. make ya want to takea valium

So buy a bucket 'cause I'm coming, it's my album

And for the record, meaning my record, check it

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

But in the meantime, listen to the rhyme of the Dr. Dre

Played wit NWA

Yella's on the drum roll, rocking the beat

Hey yo Dre, where are you gonna take this shit man

(Dr. Dre)

Hey yo, let's take it to the street (word up)

Let 'em understand perfection

Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessing

'Cause I don't give a fuck about radio play

Observed the english I display

Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred

Scarred from listening to suckers so muthafuking hard

Dope, pumping that so much shit will never falter

Yo, It's Dre, so fuck the minor ?(minalta)?

Psycho like no other muthafuka, so

Step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-O

But be warn, never will I leave like a regular

'Cause I'm a little better then the regular competitor

I use to see 'em on stage

Earning money like a thief but without a guage

Until I got full of clocking the lane, getting pulled

(They said you was gonna get paid) no, that's bullshit

They like it stylistic

And I enchant the crowd like I'm a misfit

(C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras on flashing when I'm in action

A photo or fresh wit a flair for fashion

Pure simplicity, see it's elementary

To hear one of the hardest muthafukers this century

Try to comprise a word to the wise

And the guys, parental discretion is advised

(MC Ren)

Ren is most extremely high performance

The black hat 'cause I worn this 'cause it's like enormous

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

And shit from a sucker, put in a pot and I'll boil it

Turn up the pilot as it burns

And maybe, the muthafukers will learn

I'm not a sub 'cause I speak sensible

Not consider a prince 'cause I'm a principal

I'm engineering the shit that you're hearing

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

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

Rushing to the eject to put my shit in and play it

It's like Apollo but I'm not an amateur

And I'm not giving a fuck while I'm damaging ya

It's for the record so Ren's lyrics, I'm gonna spin it

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

Possession is mine and I'm the holder

'Cause a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck 'cause I'm older

So for you to step off would be wise

And say fuck it, parental discretion is advised

(Ice Cube)

I be what is known as a bandit

You gotta hand it to me when you truely understand it

'Cause if you fail to see, read it in brail

Would it still be funky, so what's next is the flex

Of a genius, mirander stutter stepping, if you seen this

Dope, you hope that I don't really mean this

But it play, making greater high top fade

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

You guess it was a test of a different style

It's just another muthafuker on the pile

Driving your ass with the floor of your tongue

You hung yourself short, be after knowledge was brung

To your attention by the hardest muthafuking artist

That is know for lenching any sucker in a minute

Stagger 'em all

When I start flowing like Niagra Falls

Ice Cube is a quick to rip shit in a battle

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

I get low on a flow so let your kids know

When I bust, parental discretion is a must

(Eazy-E)

Little did they know that I would be arriving

And then surprising, rocking it from where I been

But it's the E here to take no mistake

To be made in a trade where funky ass records are being played

Fuck the regular, yo, I get better, the

Bitches wanna trick and go stupid for the dick

So I get 'em hot thinking they're gonna get it

As they sit, rubbing their legs like a cricket

To you it may be funny

But there's no type of some beef without money

So slip the C-note and you can choke

On a wind ding ding-a-ling down your throat

Foreplay to me ain't shit

When you spread them, I'm ready, then you can get the dick

Of the Eaze, if you can deal wit the size

But if you can't, parental discretion's advise...

Shut the fuck up