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N.W.A - Parental Discretion Iz Advised lyrics

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(Dr. Dre)
 1 2 3 Kick it

 (The D.O.C.)
 Hey yo  Dre  what's going on  man  what's going on
 hey what'cha all gonna do for this last record
 No  tell  what'cha all gonna do
 Ok  you want me to do the intro  alright

 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. make ya want to takea valium
 So buy a bucket 'cause I'm coming, it's 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 wit NWA
 Yella's on the drum roll, rocking the beat
 Hey yo Dre, where are you gonna take this shit man

 (Dr. Dre)
 Hey yo, let's take it to the street (word up)
 Let 'em understand perfection
 Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessing
 'Cause I don't give a fuck about radio play
 Observed the english I display
 Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred
 Scarred from listening to suckers so muthafuking hard
 Dope, pumping that so much shit will never falter
 Yo, It's Dre, so fuck the minor ?(minalta)?
 Psycho like no other muthafuka, so
 Step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-O
 But be warn, never will I leave like a regular
 'Cause I'm a little better then the regular competitor
 I use to see 'em on stage
 Earning money like a thief but without a guage
 Until I got full of clocking the lane, getting pulled
 (They said you was gonna get paid) no, that's bullshit
 They like it stylistic
 And I enchant the crowd like I'm a misfit
 (C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras on flashing when I'm in action
 A photo or fresh wit a flair for fashion
 Pure simplicity, see it's elementary
 To hear one of the hardest muthafukers this century
 Try to comprise a word to the wise
 And the guys, parental discretion is advised

 (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 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 muthafukers will learn
 I'm not a sub 'cause I speak sensible
 Not consider 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 silly when you're say it
 Rushing 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 giving a fuck while I'm damaging ya
 It's for the record so Ren's lyrics, I'm 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

 (Ice Cube)
 I be what is known as a bandit
 You gotta hand it to me when you truely understand it
 'Cause if you fail to see, read it in brail
 Would it still be funky, so what's next is the flex
 Of a genius, mirander stutter stepping, if you seen this
 Dope, you hope that I don't really mean this
 But it play, making 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 muthafuker on the pile
 Driving your ass with the floor of your tongue
 You hung yourself short, be after knowledge was brung
 To your attention by the hardest muthafuking artist
 That is know for lenching any sucker in a minute
 Stagger 'em all
 When I start flowing like Niagra Falls
 Ice Cube is a quick to rip shit in a battle
 Move like a snake when I'm mad and then my tail rattle
 I get low on a flow so let your kids know
 When I bust, parental discretion is a must

 (Eazy-E)
 Little did they know that I would be arriving
 And then surprising, rocking it from where I been
 But it's the E here to take no mistake
 To be made in a trade where funky ass records are being played
 Fuck the regular, yo, I get better, the
 Bitches wanna trick and go stupid for 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 type of some beef without money
 So slip the C-note and you can choke
 On a wind ding ding-a-ling down your throat
 Foreplay to me ain't shit
 When you spread them, I'm ready, then you can get the dick
 Of the Eaze, if you can deal wit the size
 But if you can't, parental discretion's advise...

 Shut the fuck up
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Copyrights:

Author: Eazy-E

Composer: ?

Publisher: EMI Records Ltd., Priority Records LLC, Capitol Records, Inc.

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Released in: 1988

Language: English

Appearing on: Straight Outta Compton (1988)

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