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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 know what you just said
We used to be cool!
Back in the day, back on the block
PG-13 movies, staying up way after dark
Then we had a couple shorties
And now we're flossy
Cause now we be rollin' with our own little possie
In the mini 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 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 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 full name so you I ain't playin'
And that's why all my kiddo's, they keep sayin'
Mom mom, she's the bomb, all night till the of dawn
them so I'll grow up strong
Got my second seat belt if we crash head on
Dad dad, he's the man, 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 stone player
Helping out with the homework, I'm an Algebra slayer
Wrestle carseats 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 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 they're hot
Potty training all my tots
Washin' all the pans and pots
Tyin' little shoes in knots
knowlege to brain
Like "if friend jumped off a train you don't to do the same"
Now get your 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 grounded for a mil!
Mom, mom, she's legit
us chill when we a fit
Telling us to and never to hit
If you can't say somethin' nice put a sock in it
Dad dad, he's the guy,
never gets of playing "I spy"
The of kids asking "why"
And he pretends he needs another tie
You money doesn't grow on trees
Why buy the cow if the milk is free
This won't hurt you as much as it me
If you want dessert eat another veggie
door
You weren't in a stable
Sit up straight
And kiss your aunt mable
Close your 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 own the house
Mom and daddy need to clean the house...
Keep your hands to yourself, boy
Don't make me stop this beat, I'll do it! I'll pull this beat right 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 know what you just said
We used to be cool!
Back in the day, back on the block
PG-13 movies, staying up way after dark
Then we had a couple shorties
And now we're flossy
Cause now we be rollin' with our own little possie
In the mini 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 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 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 full name so you I ain't playin'
And that's why all my kiddo's, they keep sayin'
Mom mom, she's the bomb, all night till the of dawn
them so I'll grow up strong
Got my second seat belt if we crash head on
Dad dad, he's the man, 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 stone player
Helping out with the homework, I'm an Algebra slayer
Wrestle carseats 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 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 they're hot
Potty training all my tots
Washin' all the pans and pots
Tyin' little shoes in knots
knowlege to brain
Like "if friend jumped off a train you don't to do the same"
Now get your 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 grounded for a mil!
Mom, mom, she's legit
us chill when we a fit
Telling us to and never to hit
If you can't say somethin' nice put a sock in it
Dad dad, he's the guy,
never gets of playing "I spy"
The of kids asking "why"
And he pretends he needs another tie
You money doesn't grow on trees
Why buy the cow if the milk is free
This won't hurt you as much as it me
If you want dessert eat another veggie
door
You weren't in a stable
Sit up straight
And kiss your aunt mable
Close your 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 own the house
Mom and daddy need to clean the house...
Keep your hands to yourself, boy
Don't make me stop this beat, I'll do it! I'll pull this beat right over.
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