Parental Discretion (featuring Busta Rhymes) - Explicit Version Lyrics
| Song | Parental Discretion (featuring Busta Rhymes) - Explicit Version |
| Artist | Big Pun |
| Album | Capital Punishment (Explicit Version) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : C. Rios/Rodney Lemay |
| [00:00.04] | 作曲 : C. Rios/Rodney Lemay |
| [00:00.09] | Aiyyo I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you |
| [00:25.53] | where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you |
| [00:28.20] | New York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared |
| [00:30.69] | This town ain't big enough for both of us AND I AIN'T GOIN NOWHERE |
| [00:34.29] | There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental |
| [00:36.75] | While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples |
| [00:39.81] | I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author |
| [00:42.93] | Compatible with the average New Yorker |
| [00:45.09] | A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa the the masked enforcer |
| [00:48.87] | out for the cash and the chocha |
| [00:50.52] | Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up |
| [00:54.33] | If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff |
| [00:56.55] | I don't give a **** anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old |
| [01:00.30] | and I've already broken every law |
| [01:02.37] | I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads |
| [01:04.38] | Runnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed |
| [01:07.89] | Chorus: Busta Rhymes |
| [01:08.31] | Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes |
| [01:10.80] | Little kids -- GET OUT OF HERE!!! This shit is homicide! |
| [01:13.80] | Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny! |
| [01:15.96] | Little girls too; this ain't for you it's for the thugs honey! |
| [01:18.27][Big Punisher] | |
| [01:18.66] | Hey yo my shit's the truth, 150 proof no question |
| [01:21.60] | Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth |
| [01:24.51] | It's too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics |
| [01:27.63] | Violence existed before our music was even suggested |
| [01:30.54] | Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights |
| [01:32.76] | That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life |
| [01:35.82] | I fight the power, spike the powder to 90 percent |
| [01:38.79] | Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons |
| [01:41.49] | The seasons change.. things re-arrange, but I stay the same |
| [01:44.49] | Play the game, for the wealth, until I've made myself a name |
| [01:47.43] | So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack |
| [01:50.37] | for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra |
| [01:53.19] | I ain't a actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap |
| [01:56.07] | Totally intended for yours dressed in all black |
| [01:58.62] | with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameos |
| [02:01.71] | in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico's |
| [02:04.08] | Chorus 2X |
| [02:11.94][Big Punisher] | |
| [02:26.40] | So forget the boom, one look, you shook -- you know I'm stickin you |
| [02:29.43] | Liftin you off the ground, look down -- that's where I'm puttin you |
| [02:32.25] | Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally |
| [02:35.25] | havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see? |
| [02:38.10] | The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein your flesh |
| [02:41.43] | Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin the mess |
| [02:43.53] | Me and TS we testin niggaz faith, just to see they face |
| [02:46.53] | expression when destined to states, that death be in the case |
| [02:49.53] | I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face |
| [02:52.86] | Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS |
| [02:55.23] | I paint the wake cause they ain't get me yet, wet me |
| [02:57.54] | or reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat |
| [03:00.84] | I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy |
| [03:03.72] | Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin noise |
| [03:06.39] | No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties |
| [03:09.24] | packin pistols catchin bodies make sure official |
| [03:11.82] | So they say, I pray there's a better way |
| [03:14.25] | My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don't play |
| [03:17.82] | Chorus 2X |
| [03:36.30][Busta Rhymes] | |
| [03:41.28] | Word is bond |
| [03:43.20] | One thing about MC's is that we don't conceal the truth |
| [03:46.86] | We present real pictures about the positive and the negative |
| [03:50.34] | So don't blame the hip-hop when your seed is learnin the real life from us |
| [03:54.99] | Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house |
| [03:57.96] | Parents... |
| [03:59.49] | You don't do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine o'clock |
| [04:03.90] | Past your bedtime |
| [04:05.88] | You get your ass in bed you ain't 'posed to be hearin this shit |
| [04:11.16] | Word up |
| [04:11.34] | Punishment ************s! |
| [04:13.59] | By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hah |
| [04:18.99] | Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad *****z! |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : C. Rios Rodney Lemay |
| [00:00.04] | zuo qu : C. Rios Rodney Lemay |
| [00:00.09] | Aiyyo I' m hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you |
| [00:25.53] | where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you |
| [00:28.20] | New York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared |
| [00:30.69] | This town ain' t big enough for both of us AND I AIN' T GOIN NOWHERE |
| [00:34.29] | There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental |
| [00:36.75] | While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples |
| [00:39.81] | I' m into black magical torture romantic dramatical author |
| [00:42.93] | Compatible with the average New Yorker |
| [00:45.09] | A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa the the masked enforcer |
| [00:48.87] | out for the cash and the chocha |
| [00:50.52] | Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up |
| [00:54.33] | If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff |
| [00:56.55] | I don' t give a anymore, I' m only twenty-four years old |
| [01:00.30] | and I' ve already broken every law |
| [01:02.37] | I' m horrorcore, this is for the heads |
| [01:04.38] | Runnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed |
| [01:07.89] | Chorus: Busta Rhymes |
| [01:08.31] | Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes |
| [01:10.80] | Little kids -- GET OUT OF HERE! ! ! This shit is homicide! |
| [01:13.80] | Drugs and money, this ain' t no Bugs Bunny! |
| [01:15.96] | Little girls too this ain' t for you it' s for the thugs honey! |
| [01:18.27][Big Punisher] | |
| [01:18.66] | Hey yo my shit' s the truth, 150 proof no question |
| [01:21.60] | Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth |
| [01:24.51] | It' s too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics |
| [01:27.63] | Violence existed before our music was even suggested |
| [01:30.54] | Arrested on sight, it' s like there' s no rights |
| [01:32.76] | That' s why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life |
| [01:35.82] | I fight the power, spike the powder to 90 percent |
| [01:38.79] | Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons |
| [01:41.49] | The seasons change. . things re-arrange, but I stay the same |
| [01:44.49] | Play the game, for the wealth, until I' ve made myself a name |
| [01:47.43] | So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack |
| [01:50.37] | for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra |
| [01:53.19] | I ain' t a actor so it' s all facts, strictly raw rap |
| [01:56.07] | Totally intended for yours dressed in all black |
| [01:58.62] | with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameos |
| [02:01.71] | in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico' s |
| [02:04.08] | Chorus 2X |
| [02:11.94][Big Punisher] | |
| [02:26.40] | So forget the boom, one look, you shook -- you know I' m stickin you |
| [02:29.43] | Liftin you off the ground, look down -- that' s where I' m puttin you |
| [02:32.25] | Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally |
| [02:35.25] | havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see? |
| [02:38.10] | The recipe is death and I' m the chef, fricaseein your flesh |
| [02:41.43] | Be my guest, but I ain' t cleanin the mess |
| [02:43.53] | Me and TS we testin niggaz faith, just to see they face |
| [02:46.53] | expression when destined to states, that death be in the case |
| [02:49.53] | I' m in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face |
| [02:52.86] | Couldn' t fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS |
| [02:55.23] | I paint the wake cause they ain' t get me yet, wet me |
| [02:57.54] | or reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat |
| [03:00.84] | I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy |
| [03:03.72] | Wasn' t allowed to raise my voice, now I' m makin noise |
| [03:06.39] | No more toys, strictly Mac' s and missiles, shorties with forties |
| [03:09.24] | packin pistols catchin bodies make sure official |
| [03:11.82] | So they say, I pray there' s a better way |
| [03:14.25] | My kids don' t do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don' t play |
| [03:17.82] | Chorus 2X |
| [03:36.30][Busta Rhymes] | |
| [03:41.28] | Word is bond |
| [03:43.20] | One thing about MC' s is that we don' t conceal the truth |
| [03:46.86] | We present real pictures about the positive and the negative |
| [03:50.34] | So don' t blame the hip-hop when your seed is learnin the real life from us |
| [03:54.99] | Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house |
| [03:57.96] | Parents. . . |
| [03:59.49] | You don' t do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine o' clock |
| [04:03.90] | Past your bedtime |
| [04:05.88] | You get your ass in bed you ain' t ' posed to be hearin this shit |
| [04:11.16] | Word up |
| [04:11.34] | Punishment s! |
| [04:13.59] | By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hah |
| [04:18.99] | Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad z! |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : C. Rios Rodney Lemay |
| [00:00.04] | zuò qǔ : C. Rios Rodney Lemay |
| [00:00.09] | Aiyyo I' m hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you |
| [00:25.53] | where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you |
| [00:28.20] | New York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared |
| [00:30.69] | This town ain' t big enough for both of us AND I AIN' T GOIN NOWHERE |
| [00:34.29] | There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental |
| [00:36.75] | While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples |
| [00:39.81] | I' m into black magical torture romantic dramatical author |
| [00:42.93] | Compatible with the average New Yorker |
| [00:45.09] | A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa the the masked enforcer |
| [00:48.87] | out for the cash and the chocha |
| [00:50.52] | Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up |
| [00:54.33] | If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff |
| [00:56.55] | I don' t give a anymore, I' m only twenty-four years old |
| [01:00.30] | and I' ve already broken every law |
| [01:02.37] | I' m horrorcore, this is for the heads |
| [01:04.38] | Runnin up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed |
| [01:07.89] | Chorus: Busta Rhymes |
| [01:08.31] | Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes |
| [01:10.80] | Little kids -- GET OUT OF HERE! ! ! This shit is homicide! |
| [01:13.80] | Drugs and money, this ain' t no Bugs Bunny! |
| [01:15.96] | Little girls too this ain' t for you it' s for the thugs honey! |
| [01:18.27][Big Punisher] | |
| [01:18.66] | Hey yo my shit' s the truth, 150 proof no question |
| [01:21.60] | Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth |
| [01:24.51] | It' s too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics |
| [01:27.63] | Violence existed before our music was even suggested |
| [01:30.54] | Arrested on sight, it' s like there' s no rights |
| [01:32.76] | That' s why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life |
| [01:35.82] | I fight the power, spike the powder to 90 percent |
| [01:38.79] | Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons |
| [01:41.49] | The seasons change. . things re-arrange, but I stay the same |
| [01:44.49] | Play the game, for the wealth, until I' ve made myself a name |
| [01:47.43] | So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack |
| [01:50.37] | for the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra |
| [01:53.19] | I ain' t a actor so it' s all facts, strictly raw rap |
| [01:56.07] | Totally intended for yours dressed in all black |
| [01:58.62] | with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin cameos |
| [02:01.71] | in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico' s |
| [02:04.08] | Chorus 2X |
| [02:11.94][Big Punisher] | |
| [02:26.40] | So forget the boom, one look, you shook -- you know I' m stickin you |
| [02:29.43] | Liftin you off the ground, look down -- that' s where I' m puttin you |
| [02:32.25] | Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally |
| [02:35.25] | havin the enemy be the last thing you ever see? |
| [02:38.10] | The recipe is death and I' m the chef, fricaseein your flesh |
| [02:41.43] | Be my guest, but I ain' t cleanin the mess |
| [02:43.53] | Me and TS we testin niggaz faith, just to see they face |
| [02:46.53] | expression when destined to states, that death be in the case |
| [02:49.53] | I' m in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face |
| [02:52.86] | Couldn' t fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS |
| [02:55.23] | I paint the wake cause they ain' t get me yet, wet me |
| [02:57.54] | or reflect me yet, I know they comin they just tryin to let me sweat |
| [03:00.84] | I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin Chips Ahoy |
| [03:03.72] | Wasn' t allowed to raise my voice, now I' m makin noise |
| [03:06.39] | No more toys, strictly Mac' s and missiles, shorties with forties |
| [03:09.24] | packin pistols catchin bodies make sure official |
| [03:11.82] | So they say, I pray there' s a better way |
| [03:14.25] | My kids don' t do as I do, they do as I say, cause daddy don' t play |
| [03:17.82] | Chorus 2X |
| [03:36.30][Busta Rhymes] | |
| [03:41.28] | Word is bond |
| [03:43.20] | One thing about MC' s is that we don' t conceal the truth |
| [03:46.86] | We present real pictures about the positive and the negative |
| [03:50.34] | So don' t blame the hip-hop when your seed is learnin the real life from us |
| [03:54.99] | Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house |
| [03:57.96] | Parents. . . |
| [03:59.49] | You don' t do your job we gonna put your children to bed at nine o' clock |
| [04:03.90] | Past your bedtime |
| [04:05.88] | You get your ass in bed you ain' t ' posed to be hearin this shit |
| [04:11.16] | Word up |
| [04:11.34] | Punishment s! |
| [04:13.59] | By the Punisher, and Busta Rhymes, hah |
| [04:18.99] | Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad z! |
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