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 sh*t, 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 f*ck about radio play
Observe the English I display
Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred
And scarred from listenin' to somethin' so muthaf*ckin' hard
Dope! Pumpin' that's so my sh*t will never falter
Yo, it's Dre! So f*ck the "Mind of Minolta"!
Psycho like no other muthaf*cka
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 bullsh*t!
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 muthaf*ckaz 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 sh*t I don't take it, not even in a toilet
And sh*t from a sucka's put in a pot and I'll boil it
Turn up the pilot as it burns
And maybe, the muthaf*ckaz will learn
I'm not a sub, 'cause I speak sensible
Not considered a prince, 'cause I'm a principal
I'm engineerin' the sh*t 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 sh*t in and play it
It's like Apollo, but I'm not an amateur
And I'm not givin' a f*ck 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 n*gga like Ren don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm older
So for you to step off would be wise
And say f*ck 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 muthaf*cka 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 muthaf*ckin' 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 sh*t 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
f*ck the regular! Yo, as I get better, the
b*tches wanna trick and go stupid up on the di*k
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 sh*t!
When you spread 'em, I'm ready, then you can get the di*k
Of the E'z, if you can deal with the size
But if you can't, parental discretion's advised!

[Outro]
Shut the f*ck up!