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The Parent Rap 
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Don't make me count to 1-2-3
Yeah, it's the parent rap, y'all
We may spend most of our time down but
We still know how to rock the hizzle
I don't know what you just said
We used to be cool!
Back in the day, back on the block
Watching PG-13 movies, staying up way dark
Then we had a couple shorties
And now we're really flossy
Cause now we be rollin' our own possie
In the van
Or in our little wagon
Let me throw it to the moms
Cause the little one is saggin'
I used to bling it up, I used to dress real shrewd
Now I accessorize with food that's already been chewed
And that's all right
I make this diaper bag look good
When I'm walking through the mall tryin' to wrangle my brood
My PB&Js will set your world on fire
I make you mac-n-cheese blindfolded on a wire
I'm wiping the do-do
Kissin' the booboos
Got eyes in the back of my head, I see all you do.
Using your full name so you know I ain't playin'
And that's why all my kiddo's, they sayin'
Mom mom, she's the bomb, rocking all till the break of dawn
them peas so I'll grow up strong
Got my seat if we crash head on
Dad dad, he's the man, working real hard to support the clan
Traded in his porsche for an old sedan
Raisin' those brows if we get outta hand
When it come to Candyland, I'm a cold player
Helping out with the homework, I'm an slayer
Wrestle into place without spillin' my mug
If I tuck you in at night, you'll be as snug as a bug
Then I'm off in the morning, to make that cheese
You may not this yet, but it doesn't grow on trees
Now mama take it please, what, uh, take it
I'm droppin' "time out"s like they're hot
Potty training all my tots
Washin' all the pans and pots
Tyin' little shoes in knots
Giving knowlege to your brain
Like "if your friend jumped off a you don't have to do the same"
Now get your toys out of the rain!
I'm cleanin' every spill
Cuttin' coupons a vil
If you need parental now you know
We are for real!
You don't think our rhyms are ill boy?
your grounded for a mil!
Mom, mom, she's legit
Making us chill when we pitch a fit
Telling us to share and never to hit
If you can't say somethin' nice put a in it
Dad dad, he's the guy,
never gets of playing "I spy"
The constant barage of kids asking "why"
And he always pretends he needs another tie
You money doesn't grow on trees
Why buy the cow if the milk is free
This won't you as much as it hurts me
If you want dessert eat another veggie
Close that door
You weren't born in a stable
Sit up straight
And your aunt mable
your mouth when you chew
Get your elbows off the table
Mom and dad of the year, check it, that's the label
It's the rap y'all
And it's apparent
We're great parents
Mom and daddy in the house
Mom and daddy own the house
Mom and daddy need to clean the house...
your hands to yourself, boy
Don't make me stop this beat, I'll do it! I'll pull this beat over.
Yeah, it's the parent rap, y'all
We may spend most of our time down but
We still know how to rock the hizzle
I don't know what you just said
We used to be cool!
Back in the day, back on the block
Watching PG-13 movies, staying up way dark
Then we had a couple shorties
And now we're really flossy
Cause now we be rollin' our own possie
In the van
Or in our little wagon
Let me throw it to the moms
Cause the little one is saggin'
I used to bling it up, I used to dress real shrewd
Now I accessorize with food that's already been chewed
And that's all right
I make this diaper bag look good
When I'm walking through the mall tryin' to wrangle my brood
My PB&Js will set your world on fire
I make you mac-n-cheese blindfolded on a wire
I'm wiping the do-do
Kissin' the booboos
Got eyes in the back of my head, I see all you do.
Using your full name so you know I ain't playin'
And that's why all my kiddo's, they sayin'
Mom mom, she's the bomb, rocking all till the break of dawn
them peas so I'll grow up strong
Got my seat if we crash head on
Dad dad, he's the man, working real hard to support the clan
Traded in his porsche for an old sedan
Raisin' those brows if we get outta hand
When it come to Candyland, I'm a cold player
Helping out with the homework, I'm an slayer
Wrestle into place without spillin' my mug
If I tuck you in at night, you'll be as snug as a bug
Then I'm off in the morning, to make that cheese
You may not this yet, but it doesn't grow on trees
Now mama take it please, what, uh, take it
I'm droppin' "time out"s like they're hot
Potty training all my tots
Washin' all the pans and pots
Tyin' little shoes in knots
Giving knowlege to your brain
Like "if your friend jumped off a you don't have to do the same"
Now get your toys out of the rain!
I'm cleanin' every spill
Cuttin' coupons a vil
If you need parental now you know
We are for real!
You don't think our rhyms are ill boy?
your grounded for a mil!
Mom, mom, she's legit
Making us chill when we pitch a fit
Telling us to share and never to hit
If you can't say somethin' nice put a in it
Dad dad, he's the guy,
never gets of playing "I spy"
The constant barage of kids asking "why"
And he always pretends he needs another tie
You money doesn't grow on trees
Why buy the cow if the milk is free
This won't you as much as it hurts me
If you want dessert eat another veggie
Close that door
You weren't born in a stable
Sit up straight
And your aunt mable
your mouth when you chew
Get your elbows off the table
Mom and dad of the year, check it, that's the label
It's the rap y'all
And it's apparent
We're great parents
Mom and daddy in the house
Mom and daddy own the house
Mom and daddy need to clean the house...
your hands to yourself, boy
Don't make me stop this beat, I'll do it! I'll pull this beat over.
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