N.W.A, The D.O.C. - Parental Discretion Iz Advised lyrics

A yo, 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 gettin' 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 wanna 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 with NWA
Yella's on the drum roll, rockin' the beat


A yo, Dre! Where you gonna take this shit
Man?

A yo, let's take it to the street (WORD UP)
Let 'em understand perfection
Let knowledge be the tool for
Suckas to stop guessin'
'Cause I don't give a fuck about radio play
Observe the English I display
Lyrics for the adults
Children have been barred
And scarred from listenin' to
Somethin' so muthafuckin' 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 muthafucka
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 'em on stage
Earnin' money like a thief
But without a gauge
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 the flair for fashion
Pure simplicity see, it's elementary
You hear one of the
Hardest muthafuckaz this century
Try to comprise a word to
The wise and they 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 toilet
And shit from a sucka's put in
A pot and I'll boil it
Turn up the pilot as it burns
And maybe, the muthafuckaz 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'd 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 Braille
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 Play made a greater high-top fade
It's not my trademark when I
Get loose in the dark
You guessed it was a test
Of a different style
It's just another muthafucka on the pile
Drivin' your ass with the flow of the tongue
You hung yourself shortly after knowledge
Was brung to your attention
By the hardest muthafuckin' artist that
Is known for lynchin'
Any sucka 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 mistakes will 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 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 E'z, if you can deal with the size
But if you can't
Parental discretion's advised!

Shut the fuck up!