Parental Discretion 歌词
| 歌曲 | Parental Discretion |
| 歌手 | Big Pun |
| 专辑 | Capital Punishment |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lemay, Rios | |
| Aiyyo I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you | |
| where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you | |
| New York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared | |
| This town ain't big enough for both of us AND I AIN'T GOIN NOWHERE | |
| There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental | |
| While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples | |
| I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author | |
| Compatible with the average New Yorker | |
| A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa the the masked enforcer | |
| out for the cash and the chocha | |
| Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up | |
| If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff | |
| I don't give a fuck anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old | |
| and I've already broken every law | |
| I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads | |
| Runnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed | |
| Chorus: Busta Rhymes | |
| Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes | |
| Little kids -- GET OUT OF HERE!!! This shit is homicide! | |
| Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny! | |
| Little girls too; this ain't for you it's for the thugs honey! | |
| [Big Punisher] | |
| Hey yo my shit's the truth, 150 proof no question | |
| Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth | |
| It's too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics | |
| Violence existed before our music was even suggested | |
| Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights | |
| That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life | |
| I fight the power, spike the powder to 90 percent | |
| Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons | |
| The seasons change.. things re-arrange, but I stay the same | |
| Play the game, for the wealth, until I've made myself a name | |
| So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack | |
| for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra | |
| I ain't a actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap | |
| Totally intended for yours dressed in all black | |
| with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameos | |
| in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico's | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| [Big Punisher] | |
| So forget the boom, one look, you shook -- you know I'm stickin you | |
| Liftin you off the ground, look down -- that's where I'm puttin you | |
| Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally | |
| havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see? | |
| The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein your flesh | |
| Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin the mess | |
| Me and TS we testin niggaz faith, just to see they face | |
| expression when destined to states, that death be in the case | |
| I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face | |
| Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS | |
| I paint the wake cause they ain't get me yet, wet me | |
| or reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat | |
| I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy | |
| Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin noise | |
| No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties | |
| packin pistols catchin bodies make sure official | |
| So they say, I pray there's a better way | |
| My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don't play | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| [Busta Rhymes] | |
| Word is bond | |
| One thing about MC's is that we don't conceal the truth | |
| We present real pictures about the positive and the negative | |
| So don't blame the hip-hop when your seed is learnin the real life from us | |
| Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house | |
| Parents... | |
| You don't do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine o'clock | |
| Past your bedtime | |
| You get your ass in bed you ain't 'posed to be hearin this shit | |
| Word up | |
| Punishment motherfuckers! | |
| By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hah | |
| Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad niggaz! |
| zuo ci : Lemay, Rios | |
| Aiyyo I' m hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you | |
| where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you | |
| New York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared | |
| This town ain' t big enough for both of us AND I AIN' T GOIN NOWHERE | |
| There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental | |
| While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples | |
| I' m into black magical torture romantic dramatical author | |
| Compatible with the average New Yorker | |
| A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa the the masked enforcer | |
| out for the cash and the chocha | |
| Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up | |
| If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff | |
| I don' t give a fuck anymore, I' m only twentyfour years old | |
| and I' ve already broken every law | |
| I' m horrorcore, this is for the heads | |
| Runnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed | |
| Chorus: Busta Rhymes | |
| Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes | |
| Little kids GET OUT OF HERE!!! This shit is homicide! | |
| Drugs and money, this ain' t no Bugs Bunny! | |
| Little girls too this ain' t for you it' s for the thugs honey! | |
| Big Punisher | |
| Hey yo my shit' s the truth, 150 proof no question | |
| Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth | |
| It' s too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics | |
| Violence existed before our music was even suggested | |
| Arrested on sight, it' s like there' s no rights | |
| That' s why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life | |
| I fight the power, spike the powder to 90 percent | |
| Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons | |
| The seasons change.. things rearrange, but I stay the same | |
| Play the game, for the wealth, until I' ve made myself a name | |
| So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack | |
| for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra | |
| I ain' t a actor so it' s all facts, strictly raw rap | |
| Totally intended for yours dressed in all black | |
| with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameos | |
| in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico' s | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Big Punisher | |
| So forget the boom, one look, you shook you know I' m stickin you | |
| Liftin you off the ground, look down that' s where I' m puttin you | |
| Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally | |
| havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see? | |
| The recipe is death and I' m the chef, fricaseein your flesh | |
| Be my guest, but I ain' t cleanin the mess | |
| Me and TS we testin niggaz faith, just to see they face | |
| expression when destined to states, that death be in the case | |
| I' m in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face | |
| Couldn' t fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS | |
| I paint the wake cause they ain' t get me yet, wet me | |
| or reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat | |
| I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy | |
| Wasn' t allowed to raise my voice, now I' m makin noise | |
| No more toys, strictly Mac' s and missiles, shorties with forties | |
| packin pistols catchin bodies make sure official | |
| So they say, I pray there' s a better way | |
| My kids don' t do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don' t play | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Busta Rhymes | |
| Word is bond | |
| One thing about MC' s is that we don' t conceal the truth | |
| We present real pictures about the positive and the negative | |
| So don' t blame the hiphop when your seed is learnin the real life from us | |
| Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house | |
| Parents... | |
| You don' t do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine o' clock | |
| Past your bedtime | |
| You get your ass in bed you ain' t ' posed to be hearin this shit | |
| Word up | |
| Punishment motherfuckers! | |
| By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hah | |
| Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad niggaz! |
| zuò cí : Lemay, Rios | |
| Aiyyo I' m hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you | |
| where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you | |
| New York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared | |
| This town ain' t big enough for both of us AND I AIN' T GOIN NOWHERE | |
| There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental | |
| While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples | |
| I' m into black magical torture romantic dramatical author | |
| Compatible with the average New Yorker | |
| A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa the the masked enforcer | |
| out for the cash and the chocha | |
| Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up | |
| If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff | |
| I don' t give a fuck anymore, I' m only twentyfour years old | |
| and I' ve already broken every law | |
| I' m horrorcore, this is for the heads | |
| Runnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed | |
| Chorus: Busta Rhymes | |
| Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes | |
| Little kids GET OUT OF HERE!!! This shit is homicide! | |
| Drugs and money, this ain' t no Bugs Bunny! | |
| Little girls too this ain' t for you it' s for the thugs honey! | |
| Big Punisher | |
| Hey yo my shit' s the truth, 150 proof no question | |
| Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth | |
| It' s too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics | |
| Violence existed before our music was even suggested | |
| Arrested on sight, it' s like there' s no rights | |
| That' s why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life | |
| I fight the power, spike the powder to 90 percent | |
| Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons | |
| The seasons change.. things rearrange, but I stay the same | |
| Play the game, for the wealth, until I' ve made myself a name | |
| So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack | |
| for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra | |
| I ain' t a actor so it' s all facts, strictly raw rap | |
| Totally intended for yours dressed in all black | |
| with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameos | |
| in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico' s | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Big Punisher | |
| So forget the boom, one look, you shook you know I' m stickin you | |
| Liftin you off the ground, look down that' s where I' m puttin you | |
| Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally | |
| havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see? | |
| The recipe is death and I' m the chef, fricaseein your flesh | |
| Be my guest, but I ain' t cleanin the mess | |
| Me and TS we testin niggaz faith, just to see they face | |
| expression when destined to states, that death be in the case | |
| I' m in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face | |
| Couldn' t fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS | |
| I paint the wake cause they ain' t get me yet, wet me | |
| or reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat | |
| I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy | |
| Wasn' t allowed to raise my voice, now I' m makin noise | |
| No more toys, strictly Mac' s and missiles, shorties with forties | |
| packin pistols catchin bodies make sure official | |
| So they say, I pray there' s a better way | |
| My kids don' t do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don' t play | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Busta Rhymes | |
| Word is bond | |
| One thing about MC' s is that we don' t conceal the truth | |
| We present real pictures about the positive and the negative | |
| So don' t blame the hiphop when your seed is learnin the real life from us | |
| Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house | |
| Parents... | |
| You don' t do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine o' clock | |
| Past your bedtime | |
| You get your ass in bed you ain' t ' posed to be hearin this shit | |
| Word up | |
| Punishment motherfuckers! | |
| By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hah | |
| Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad niggaz! |
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