Lyrical Breakdown of Parental Discretion Iz Advised - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

One, two, three, kick it

Ay-yo Dre, what's goin' on, man? What's goin' on?

Ay, what y'all gonna do for this last record?

Nah, tell me what y'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 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 with N.W.A.

Yella's on the drum roll, rockin' the beat

Ay-yo Dre, where're you gonna take this shit, man?

Ay-yo, 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

Observe the English I display

Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred

And scarred from listenin' to somethin so motherfuckin' hard

Dope, pumpin' that 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 a 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 lane, gettin pulled

(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 toilet

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 a 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 it 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 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 of 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 mistakes 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!!