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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 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
Watching PG-13 movies, staying up way after dark
Then we had a shorties
And now we're really 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 to dress shrewd
Now I accessorize with food that's already chewed
And that's all right
I make this diaper bag look good
When I'm walking the mall tryin' to my brood
My PB&Js will set your on fire
I could make you mac-n-cheese blindfolded on a wire
I'm wiping the do-do
Kissin' the booboos
Got them eyes in the back of my head, I see all you do.
your 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 night till the break of dawn
Cooking them peas so I'll grow up strong
Got my second seat belt if we crash on
Dad dad, he's the man, working real hard to 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
out with the homework, I'm an Algebra slayer
into place 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 that cheese
You may not know yet, but it doesn't grow on trees
Now mama take it please, what, uh, 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 train you don't have to do the same"
Now get your toys out of the rain!
I'm cleanin' every 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 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 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 is free
This won't hurt you as much as it hurts me
If you want eat another veggie
that door
You weren't born in a stable
Sit up straight
And 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 daddy 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 this beat right over.
Yeah, it's the parent rap, y'all
We may spend most of our 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
Watching PG-13 movies, staying up way after dark
Then we had a shorties
And now we're really 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 to dress shrewd
Now I accessorize with food that's already chewed
And that's all right
I make this diaper bag look good
When I'm walking the mall tryin' to my brood
My PB&Js will set your on fire
I could make you mac-n-cheese blindfolded on a wire
I'm wiping the do-do
Kissin' the booboos
Got them eyes in the back of my head, I see all you do.
your 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 night till the break of dawn
Cooking them peas so I'll grow up strong
Got my second seat belt if we crash on
Dad dad, he's the man, working real hard to 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
out with the homework, I'm an Algebra slayer
into place 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 that cheese
You may not know yet, but it doesn't grow on trees
Now mama take it please, what, uh, 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 train you don't have to do the same"
Now get your toys out of the rain!
I'm cleanin' every 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 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 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 is free
This won't hurt you as much as it hurts me
If you want eat another veggie
that door
You weren't born in a stable
Sit up straight
And 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 daddy 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 this beat right over.
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