Parental Discretion Iz Advised

Lyrics

One, two, three — kick it [Intro: The D.O.C.] A-yo, 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! [Verse 1: The D.O.C.] Parental discretion is advised for the moment While I'm gettin' 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. makes you wanna take a Valium So buy a bucket 'cause upcomin' is my album And for the record, meanin' 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 with N.W.A Yella's on the drum roll, rockin' the beat A-yo, Dre! Where you gonna take this shit, man? [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] A-yo, let's take it to the street (Word up!) Let 'em understand perfection Let knowledge be the tool for suckas to stop guessin' 'Cause I don't give a fuck about radio play Observe the English I display Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred And scarred from listenin' to somethin' so muthafuckin' hard Dope! Pumpin' that's so my shit will never falter Yo, it's Dre! So fuck the "Mind of Minolta"! Psycho like no other muthafucka 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 'em on stage Earnin' money like a thief, but without a gauge Until I got full of clockin' the lame, gettin' pull (They said you wasn'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 the flair for fashion Pure simplicity — see, it's elementary You hear one of the hardest muthafuckaz this century Try to comprise a word to the wise and they guys Parental discretion is advised [Verse 3: 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 toilet And shit from a sucka's put in a pot and I'll boil it Turn up the pilot as it burns And maybe, the muthafuckaz will learn I'm not a sub, 'cause I speak sensible Not considered a prince, 'cause I'm a 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 Rushin' 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 givin' a fuck while I'm damagin' ya It's for the record — so Ren's lyrics is gonna spin it And if there was a trophy involved, I'd 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 [Verse 4: Ice Cube] I be what is known as a bandit You gotta hand it to me when you truly understand it 'Cause if you fail to see — read it in Braille, it'll still be funky So what's next is the flex of a genius My rapid-stutter-steppin' if you seen this Dope, you hope that I don't really mean this But if Play made a greater high-top fade It's not my trademark when I get loose in the dark You guessed it was a test of a different style It's just another muthafucka on the pile Drivin' your ass with the flow of the tongue You hung yourself shortly after knowledge was brung to your attention By the hardest muthafuckin' artist that is known for lynchin' Any sucka in a minute — stagger 'em all! When I start flowin' like Niagara Falls Ice Cube is equipped to rip shit in a battle Move like a snake when I'm mad, and then my tail rattle I get low on the flow, so let your kids know When I bust, parental discretion is a must! [Verse 5: Eazy-E] Little did they know that I would be arrivin' And it's surprisin', rockin' it from where I been But it's the E here to take, no mistakes will be made In the trade where funky ass records are bein' played Fuck the regular! Yo, as I get better, the Bitches wanna trick and go stupid up on the dick So I get 'em hot, thinkin' they gonna get it As they sit, rubbin' their legs like a cricket To you it may be funny, but There's no service of beef without money So slip the C-note, and you can choke On a wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat Foreplay to me ain't shit! When you spread 'em, I'm ready, then you can get the dick Of the E'z, if you can deal with the size But if you can't, parental discretion's advised! [Outro] Shut the fuck up!