NWA - Parental Discretion Iz Advised Lyrics
[Intro: The D.O.C.]Aiyyo Dre, what's goin on man? What's goin on?Ay what ch'all gonna do for this last record?Nah tell me what cha'all gonna do?Okay, you want me to do the intro? Aight!Parental discretion is advised for the momentWhile I'm getting candid, now understand itAin't too typical in any way, though the proOn the mic is the D.O. to the C., this is an introI know The D.O.C. makes you want to take a ValiumSo buy a bucket cause upcoming is my albumAnd for the record, meaning my record, check itListen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get itBut in the meantime, listen to the rhymeOf the Dr. Dre played with N.W.AYella's on the drum roll, rocking the beatAiyyo Dre, where's you gonna take this shit man?[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]Aiyyo, let's take it to the street (WORD UP!)Let 'em understand perfectionLet knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessingCause I don't give a ***** about radio playObserve the English I displayLyrics for the adults, children have been barredAnd scarred from listening to something so mother*****ing HARDDope, pumping that's so my shit will never falterYo it's Dre so ***** the "Mind of Minolta"Psycho like no other mother*****erSo step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-OBut be warned, never will I leave like a regularCause I'm a little better than the regular competitorI use to see 'em on stageEarning money like a thief, but without a guageUntil I got full, of clocking the lame getting pull(They said you wasn't gon' get paid)Nah that's bullshit! They like it stylisticAnd I enchant the crowd like I'm a mystic(C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras are flashing when I'm in actionA photo, or fresh with a flair for fashionPure simplicity -- see, it's elementaryYou hear one of the hardest mother*****ers this centuryTry to comprise a word to the wise and the guysParental discretion is advised[Verse 2: MC Ren]Ren is most extremely high performanceThe black hat cause I worn this, cause it's like enormousSome shit I don't take it, not even in a toiletAnd shit from a sucker, put in a pot and I'll boil itTurn up the pilot as it burnsAnd maybe the mother*****ers will learnI'm not a sub, cause I speak sensibleNot considered a prince, cause I'm a principalI'm engineering the shit that you're hearingCause when it comes to power, I'm power steeringSilly you say, I say you're silly when you say itRushing to the eject, to put my shit in and play itIt's like Apollo, but I'm not an amateurAnd I'm not giving a ***** while I'm damaging yaIt's for the record; so Ren's lyrics is gonna spin itAnd if there was a trophy involved, I'd win itPossession is mine and I'm the holderCause a nigga like Ren don't give a ***** cause I'm olderSo for you to step off would be wiseAnd say ***** it, parental discretion is advised[Verse 3: Ice Cube]I be what is known as a banditYou gotta hand it to me when you truly understand itCause if you fail to see, read it in BrailleIt'll still be funky -- so what's next is the flexOf a genius, my rapid-stutter-stepping if you seen thisDope, you hope that I don't really mean thisBut if Play made a greater high-top fadeIt's not my trademark when I get loose in the darkYou guess it was a test of a different styleIt's just another mother*****er on the pileDriving your ass with the flow of the tongueYou hung yourself shortly after knowledge was brungTo your attention, by the hardest mother*****ing artistThat is known for lynching any sucker in a minuteStagger 'em allWhen I start flowing like Niagara FallsIce Cube is equipped to rip shit in a battleMove like a snake when I'm mad; and then my tail rattleI get low on the flow so let your kids knowWhen I bust, parental discretion is a must[Verse 4: Eazy-E]Little did they know that I would be arrivingAnd it's surprising, rocking it from where I beenBut it's the E here to take, no mistake to be madeIn the trade where funky ass records are being played***** the regular, yo as I get better the*****es wanna trick and go stupid up on the dickSo I get 'em hot, thinking they're gonna get itAs they sit, rubbing their legs like a cricketTo you it may be funny, butThere's no service of beef without moneySo slip the C-note, and you can chokeOn a wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throatForeplay to me ain't shitWhen you spread 'em I'm ready, then you can get the dickOf the Eaz, if you can deal with the sizeBut if you can't, parental discretion's advised!
