Parental Discretion Iz Advised (Clean)

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

Turn up the pilot as it burns

And maybe the stupid suckers'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 sucker 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!