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The Parent Rap 
Hard
by Bluefish TV
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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 chasing toddlers down but
We still know how to rock the hizzle
I don't even what you just said
We used to be cool!
in the day, back on the block
Watching PG-13 movies, staying up way after dark
Then we had a couple shorties
And now we're flossy
now we be rollin' with our own little possie
In the mini van
Or in our little wagon
Let me 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 could 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 name so you know I ain't playin'
And that's why all my kiddo's, they keep sayin'
Mom mom, she's the bomb, rocking all night till the break of dawn
Cooking them peas so I'll grow up strong
Got my second seat belt if we crash head on
Dad dad, he's the man, real 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 stone cold player
Helping out with the homework, I'm an Algebra slayer
Wrestle carseats into 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 know 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 in knots
Giving knowlege to your brain
Like "if your friend jumped off a you don't have to do the same"
Now get toys out of the rain!
I'm cleanin' spill
Cuttin' coupons like a vil
If you need parental skill now you know
We are for real!
You don't think our rhyms are ill boy?
Then your for a mil!
Mom, mom, she's legit
Making us chill when we a fit
us to share and never to hit
If you can't say somethin' nice put a sock in it
Dad dad, he's the guy,
never gets tired of playing "I spy"
The constant barage of kids asking "why"
And he always pretends he needs tie
You know money doesn't grow on trees
Why buy the cow if the milk is free
This won't hurt you as 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 kiss your aunt mable
Close 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 parent 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...
Keep hands to yourself, boy
Don't make me stop this beat, I'll do it! I'll pull this over.
Yeah, it's the parent rap, y'all
We may spend most of our time chasing toddlers down but
We still know how to rock the hizzle
I don't even what you just said
We used to be cool!
in the day, back on the block
Watching PG-13 movies, staying up way after dark
Then we had a couple shorties
And now we're flossy
now we be rollin' with our own little possie
In the mini van
Or in our little wagon
Let me 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 could 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 name so you know I ain't playin'
And that's why all my kiddo's, they keep sayin'
Mom mom, she's the bomb, rocking all night till the break of dawn
Cooking them peas so I'll grow up strong
Got my second seat belt if we crash head on
Dad dad, he's the man, real 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 stone cold player
Helping out with the homework, I'm an Algebra slayer
Wrestle carseats into 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 know 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 in knots
Giving knowlege to your brain
Like "if your friend jumped off a you don't have to do the same"
Now get toys out of the rain!
I'm cleanin' spill
Cuttin' coupons like a vil
If you need parental skill now you know
We are for real!
You don't think our rhyms are ill boy?
Then your for a mil!
Mom, mom, she's legit
Making us chill when we a fit
us to share and never to hit
If you can't say somethin' nice put a sock in it
Dad dad, he's the guy,
never gets tired of playing "I spy"
The constant barage of kids asking "why"
And he always pretends he needs tie
You know money doesn't grow on trees
Why buy the cow if the milk is free
This won't hurt you as 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 kiss your aunt mable
Close 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 parent 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...
Keep hands to yourself, boy
Don't make me stop this beat, I'll do it! I'll pull this over.
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