[Dr. Dre]  One, two, three, kick it    [The D.O.C.]  Aiyyo 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 getting 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 wit N.W.A.  Yella's on the drum roll, rockin the beat  Aiyyo Dre, where's you gonna take this shit man?    [Dr. Dre]  Aiyyo, 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  Observed the english I display  Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred  and scarred from listenin to somethin so motherfuckin 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 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 the regular competitor  I use to see 'em on stage  Earnin money like a thief, but without a guage  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 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    [MC Ren]  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 toliet  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 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'll 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    [Ice Cube]  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 or 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    [Eazy-E]  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 mistake 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! {*echoes*}    {*bass guitar and piano solo for a minute*}    [Unknown voice at the end after band breaks down]  Shut the fuck up!!