The D.O.C. - Parental Discretion Iz Advised (Edited) lyrics

[Intro: The D.O.C.] Ayo Dre, what's goin' on man? What's goin' on? Ay what ch'y'all gon' do for this last record? Nah tell me what ch'y'all gon' do? Okay, you want me to do the intro? Aight! 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. makes you want to take a Valium So buy a bucket cause upcoming is 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 with N.W.A Yella's on the drum roll, rocking the beat Ayo Dre, where's you gonna take this ---- man? [Verse 1: Dr. Dre (The D.O.C)] Ayo, let's take it to the street (word up!) Let 'em understand perfection Let knowledge be the tool for s**ers to stop guessing Cause I don't give a damn about a radio play Observe the English I display Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred And scarred from listening to something so [censored] hard Dope, pumping that's so my rhymes will never falter Yo it's Dre, forget the "Mind of Minolta" Psycho like no other dumb brother 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 use to see 'em on stage Earning money like a thief, but without a gauge Until I got full, of clocking the lame getting pull (They said you wasn't gon' get paid) Nah that's bull, yo, they like it stylistic And I enchant the crowd like I'm a mystic (C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras are flashing 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 young brothers this century Try to comprise a word to the wise and the guys Parental discretion is advised [Verse 2: MC Ren] Ren is most extremely high performance The black hat cause I worn this, cause it's like enormous Some trash I don't take it, not even in a toilet And trash from a s**er, put in a pot and I'll boil it Turn up the pilot as it burns And maybe the stupid s**ers'll learn I'm not a sub, cause I speak sensible Not considered a prince, 'cause I'm a principal I'm engineering the funky sound that you're hearing 'Cause when it comes to power, I'm power steering Silly you say, I say you're silly when you say it Rushing to the eject, to put my tape in and play it It's like Apollo, but I'm not an amateur And I really don't care while I'm damaging ya It's for the record, yo, so my 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 brother like Ren don't really care cause I'm older So for you to step off would be wise And say forget it, parental discretion is advised [Verse 3: 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-stepping 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 guess it was a test of a different style It's just another dope brother on the pile Driving around with the flow of the tongue You hung yourself shortly after knowledge was brung To your attention, by the hardest rapping artist That is known for lynching any s**er in a minute Stagger 'em all When I start flowing like Niagara Falls Ice Cube is equipped to rip it up 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 4: Eazy-E] Little did they know, that I would be arriving And it's surprising, rocking it from where I been But it's the E here to take, no mistake to be made In the trade where funky dope records are being played Damn the regular, yo as I get better the Girls wanna trick and go stupid up on the tip 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 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 it When you spread 'em I'm ready, then you can get a hit From the Eaze, if you can deal with the size, but if you can't Parental discretion's advised!