Rated R - Ralph Tresvant

Doin' it with the R

What’s up?

Come on!

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

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!

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