Rated R by Ralph Tresvant Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, baby, you better tell ‘em
(This rhythm is rated R!)
Doin’ it with the R
What’s up? Come on!
[Verse 1]
Make way for the brother
Rising from undercover
[?] for the 90’s
‘Cause I finally discovered
Had to get it corrected
‘Cause I heard that you want it
Making sure that it’s funky
So you never sleep on it
Yeah, you’re straight from the ghetto
What some people don’t get though
Is the mind of the Riz is
From the heart of the ghetto
So this single’s my ladder
‘Til my pockets get fatter
Them struggling hard
And it’s making me madder
So I decided to kick it
Let the public pick it
All the rebels can bump it
And the suckers can lick it
Couldn’t wait to release it
‘Cause I knew you would feel it
And relate to the topic
So it’s time I reveal it
It’s rated R
Come on
What you sayin’
It’s rated R, boy
(Do it baby!)
Oh yeah, I’mma do it, baby
[Verse 2:]
What ever made you think
That I had a weak mind?
Is it because I play the back
When it’s not my time
Well maybe this time
I’ll just showboat out
And be the only body anybody’s talking about
‘Cause I depend on this design
To designate defeat
To face a def mind
[?] deplete
Never late, far from [?]
My head’s on straight
My expedition, first mission
New edition of state
A buy my mother one mansion
And a Rolls to go
Write the mansion off in taxes
So I can buy more
Sometimes even I can’t understand
How I can be so chill
And yet a business man
And though you like what I’m doing
Speech and motion combined
This is not my profession
Just a hobby of mine
It’s rated R
You understand?
Then come on
Come on
(Do it, baby!)
(Do it, baby!)
Can you feel it?
(I can’t feel it!)
Can you feel it?
(I can’t feel it!)
And the ladies say
Do what you’re doing (Keep doin’ it, baby)
Doin’ it with the R (All the ladies say)
Do what you’re doing (doin’ it)
Doin’ it with the R (Come on, and the ladies say)
Do what you’re doing (doin’ it)
Doin’ it with the R (Drop the masterpiece)
Kick it
I think they forgot baby
Tell ‘em again
(This rhythm is rated R!)
Oh yeah
(Do it, baby!)
Double up, baby
(Do it, baby! Do it, baby!)
(Do it, baby! Do it, baby!)
Keep doin’ it, keep doin’ it
(Do it, baby! Do it, baby!)
Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh!
[Verse 3:]
Now it’s the rhythm of the Rizzy Moe sound
Snatch you up, then smack you back down
Rip your soul, take control of your body
As I run things my way
You do what I say
‘Cause all of my life
I’ve dreamt about making it
It’s all about taking it
No time to be faking it
‘Cause just wanted to see
If you was real about making it hype
And it you’re not?
Yo, pass me the mic
You’re just a punk mother (scratch)
You need to step down
(This rhythm is rated R)
And hand me the throne
And don’t call me a New Jack
‘Cause Jack ain’t new to this
The reason you’re scared of me
Is ‘cause you’re not true to
This style of music
Because this music’s forever
Especially when it’s well thought out
And cleverly put together
R-I-Z-Z-Y M-O-E
Professional to the E-N-D
And start a controversy
I think you better tell ‘em, baby
(This rhythm is rated R!)
You know why?
You heard what she said, right?
(Do it, baby)
It’s rated R
(Do it, baby)
It’s rated R
(Do it, baby)
Rated R for Ralph Tresvant
Rated R for Rizz
Rated R for Rizzo
(This rhythm is rated R!)
I thought you know!
I thought you know!
Yo, strap ‘em down
Okay, there it is
This one’s going out to my boys
BBD stands for Bell Biv Devoe
It’s got to go out to Johnny Gill
And you know I can’t forget about my partner in crime Bobby Brown
Tell ‘em, baby
(This rhythm is rated R!)
Uh huh, Rated R for Ralph T
Here we go
Ay yo, Jam
I think right now, man
I wanna get to something nice and slow
Or second thought
Get to something nice and easy
So lay it back for me, baby
So I can blow
Yo, baby, you better tell ‘em
(This rhythm is rated R!)
Doin’ it with the R
What’s up? Come on!
[Verse 1]
Make way for the brother
Rising from undercover
[?] for the 90’s
‘Cause I finally discovered
Had to get it corrected
‘Cause I heard that you want it
Making sure that it’s funky
So you never sleep on it
Yeah, you’re straight from the ghetto
What some people don’t get though
Is the mind of the Riz is
From the heart of the ghetto
So this single’s my ladder
‘Til my pockets get fatter
Them struggling hard
And it’s making me madder
So I decided to kick it
Let the public pick it
All the rebels can bump it
And the suckers can lick it
Couldn’t wait to release it
‘Cause I knew you would feel it
And relate to the topic
So it’s time I reveal it
It’s rated R
Come on
What you sayin’
It’s rated R, boy
(Do it baby!)
Oh yeah, I’mma do it, baby
[Verse 2:]
What ever made you think
That I had a weak mind?
Is it because I play the back
When it’s not my time
Well maybe this time
I’ll just showboat out
And be the only body anybody’s talking about
‘Cause I depend on this design
To designate defeat
To face a def mind
[?] deplete
Never late, far from [?]
My head’s on straight
My expedition, first mission
New edition of state
A buy my mother one mansion
And a Rolls to go
Write the mansion off in taxes
So I can buy more
Sometimes even I can’t understand
How I can be so chill
And yet a business man
And though you like what I’m doing
Speech and motion combined
This is not my profession
Just a hobby of mine
It’s rated R
You understand?
Then come on
Come on
(Do it, baby!)
(Do it, baby!)
Can you feel it?
(I can’t feel it!)
Can you feel it?
(I can’t feel it!)
And the ladies say
Do what you’re doing (Keep doin’ it, baby)
Doin’ it with the R (All the ladies say)
Do what you’re doing (doin’ it)
Doin’ it with the R (Come on, and the ladies say)
Do what you’re doing (doin’ it)
Doin’ it with the R (Drop the masterpiece)
Kick it
I think they forgot baby
Tell ‘em again
(This rhythm is rated R!)
Oh yeah
(Do it, baby!)
Double up, baby
(Do it, baby! Do it, baby!)
(Do it, baby! Do it, baby!)
Keep doin’ it, keep doin’ it
(Do it, baby! Do it, baby!)
Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh!
[Verse 3:]
Now it’s the rhythm of the Rizzy Moe sound
Snatch you up, then smack you back down
Rip your soul, take control of your body
As I run things my way
You do what I say
‘Cause all of my life
I’ve dreamt about making it
It’s all about taking it
No time to be faking it
‘Cause just wanted to see
If you was real about making it hype
And it you’re not?
Yo, pass me the mic
You’re just a punk mother (scratch)
You need to step down
(This rhythm is rated R)
And hand me the throne
And don’t call me a New Jack
‘Cause Jack ain’t new to this
The reason you’re scared of me
Is ‘cause you’re not true to
This style of music
Because this music’s forever
Especially when it’s well thought out
And cleverly put together
R-I-Z-Z-Y M-O-E
Professional to the E-N-D
And start a controversy
I think you better tell ‘em, baby
(This rhythm is rated R!)
You know why?
You heard what she said, right?
(Do it, baby)
It’s rated R
(Do it, baby)
It’s rated R
(Do it, baby)
Rated R for Ralph Tresvant
Rated R for Rizz
Rated R for Rizzo
(This rhythm is rated R!)
I thought you know!
I thought you know!
Yo, strap ‘em down
Okay, there it is
This one’s going out to my boys
BBD stands for Bell Biv Devoe
It’s got to go out to Johnny Gill
And you know I can’t forget about my partner in crime Bobby Brown
Tell ‘em, baby
(This rhythm is rated R!)
Uh huh, Rated R for Ralph T
Here we go
Ay yo, Jam
I think right now, man
I wanna get to something nice and slow
Or second thought
Get to something nice and easy
So lay it back for me, baby
So I can blow