Parental Discretion Iz Advised

One, two, three, kick it

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

Hey, what y'all gon' do for this last record?

No, I'm telling, what y'all gon' do?

Okay, you want me to do the intro? Aight

Parental discretion iz 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 wanna 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 drumroll, rocking the beat

Hey yo, Dre, when you gon' take this shit, man?

Hey yo, let's take it to the street

Word up

Let 'em understand perfection

Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessin'

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

Observe the English I display

Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred

Scarred from listening to suckers so motherfucking hard

Dope, pumping, that's so my shit would never falter

Yo, it's Dre, so fuck the Mind of Minolta

Psycho like no other motherfucker

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 a regular competitor

I used to see 'em on stage

Earning money like a thief but without a gauge

Until I got full of clocking the lane, getting pulled

They said you wasn't gon' get paid

No, 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 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 motherfuckers this century

Try to comprise a word to the wise and the guys

Parental discretion iz advised

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

Turn up the pilot as it burns

And maybe the motherfuckers will learn

I'm not a sub 'cause I speak sensible

Not considered 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're silly when you say it

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

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

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

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

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

Possession is mine and I'm the holder

'Cause a **** 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 iz advised

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 the grade a high-top fade

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

You'd guess it was a test of a different style

It's just another motherfucker on the pile

Driving your ass with the floor as your tongue

You hung yourself shortly after knowledge was brung to your attention

By the hardest motherfucking artist that is known for lynching

Any sucker in a minute, stagger 'em all

When I start flowing 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

Little did they know that I would be arriving

And it's surprising, rocking it from where I've been

But it's the E here to take, no mistakes will be made

In the trade where funky ass records are being 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, 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 shit

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

Of the Eaz, if you can deal with the size

But if you can't, parental discretion's advised

Shut the fuck up