N.w.a. - Parental Discretion Iz Advised lyrics

[Intro: Boo Kapone] Aiy yo, aiyyo Banks Aiy yo, what's crackin? Aiy what y'all n***as gonna do for this whoop? Aiy, y'all want Boo Kapone to do the intro? [Boo Kapone] Parental discretion is advised for the moment While I'm gettin' candid, now understand it This ain't too typical in anyway, though The pro is on the Mic, it's B-Double-O I know the Banks makes you want to take a valium So buy a bucket cause upcomin' is the album And for the record, meanin' this record, now check it Now, listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it But in the meantime, listen to the rhyme By the Comrads, 'frumtha I, and Mack Dime Bido's on the drum roll, rockin' the beat Aiyyo Binky, where's you gonna take this sh** man? [Binky Mack] Aiyyo, let's take it to the streets Let them understand perfection Let knowledge be the tool for s**ers to stop guessin' Cause I don't give a f** about no Radio play Observed the gangster sh** I display Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred Scarred from listenin' to s**ers so motherf**in' hard Dope, pumpin' that's all our sh** will never falter It's Binky Mack not the Mind of Minolta Psycho, like no, other motherf**er 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 used to see them on stage Earnin' money like a thief, but without a guage Until I got full, of clockin the lame gettin' pull (Aiy Binky, they said you ain't gon' get paid) Nah, that's bullsh**! 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 motherf**ers this century Tryin' to comply, a word to the wise and the guys Parental discretion is advised [Squeak Ru] Squeak is must be straight high performance My dick is an enormous, for you b**hes that's horrorin' sh** I don't take it, not even in a toliet My n***as don't fake sh**, cause we're ballin' Turn up the pilot as it burns And maybe, you motherf**ers will learn I'm not a Dub, yeah, I speak sensible I smoke hub, the number one principal I'm engineerin; the sh** 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 Rush my tape to the deck, and shake your a** when you play it Like Apollo, but I'm not an amateur And I'm not givin' a f**, when I damage you For the record, here Squeak, he's gonna spin it And if there was a trophy involved, I'll win it Possession is mine cause I'm the holder And a n***a like Squeak don't give a f** when I fold ya So you best to step off and be wise f** it, ha ha, parental discretion is advised [The Comards] I be well as known as a bandit You gotta break bread cause you know the n***a's scandalous And if you fail to see, read it in braile I'll be still dumpin' chickens Now, what's next is the flex of the genius My rapid-stutter-steppin' if you seen this Dope, you know, I got your who*e on my pennies b**h made, n***as fought the high-top faze It's not my trademark, when I get loose in the dark I guess, you wasn't stress for the crack pipe But it's just another motherf**er on the pile That's drivin' your a** with the flow of the tongue You hung yourself short The after-knowledge was brought to you attention By the hardest motherf**in' artist that is known for lynchin' Any buster in a minute, stagger them all When I start dumpin' better check your drawers Gang Spine is a no doubt whip in a battle Move like a snake when I'm mad; and then my tail rattle I get low, take your who*e and let your kids go When I bust, parental discretion is a must [K-Mac] Little did they know, that I would be arrivin' I know these busters been wonderin' where the f** I been But it's the K here to make more money It's funny, how we're gettin' paid when our record be played You're f**in' regular, yo, as I get b**hes the b**hes wanna lay me and start s**in' up on the dick So I get them hot, thinkin' that I'mma f** them As they sit, bumpin' their legs like a cricket To you it may be funny But the b**h can't get no dick, without money So slip your C-note And she can s** on this wing-ding-ding-a-ling down her throat Foreplay; to me ain't sh** Whenever she spread them, then you can get the dick Of Mr. K-Mac, if she can deal with the size But if she can't, parental discretion's advised (*echoes*) (*ba** guitar and piano solo for a minute*) [Outro: The D.O.C.] Shut the f** up!!