Parental Discretion Iz Advised

One, two, three, kick it

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 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 DOC makes you want to 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 wit N.W.A.

Yella's on the drum roll, rockin the beat

Aiyyo Dre, where's you gonna take this shit man?

Aiyyo, 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

Observed the english I display

Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred

and scarred from listenin to somethin so motherfuckin 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 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 the regular competitor

I use to see 'em on stage

Earnin money like a thief, but without a guage

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 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 is 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 toliet

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 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'll 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

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 braile

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 played, made the grade or 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 motherfucker on the pile

Drivin your ass with the flow of your tongue

You hung yourself short, the after-knowledge was brung

to your attention, by the hardest motherfuckin artist

that is know for lynchin any sucker 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

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 mistake to 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're 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 Eaze, if you can deal with the size

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

Shut the fuck up!!