E-40 - Don't Try This at Home lyrics

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E-40 - Don't Try This at Home lyrics

[Verse 1:] Ma money short but it used to be long In front a ma mama's home, sellin d drone (the drone, drone) Yea gupe, gupe,gupe, yea paypay (yea papypay,papypay) Yea yola (yola, yola), yea cola (cola, cola) Winnin em at they own game, pushin dem pale a** sugar cane A1 top grade (ugh) I want d finest in life, f** wid ma love ones n***a ima k** you twice (k** you twice) (Twice, twice) yea twice!, 3 times, yea thrice! Yous a cat, yous a feline, yous a kitten You ain't got through rights at a weddin You got me all d way f**in f**ed up I got a enough paper to have your son don't show up [Chorus:] (Don't try this at home) No money back guarantee, f** it ima give you gang fo' free I think I'm right, but you think I'm wrong Don't try this at home (Don't try this at home) Don't try this at home[x2] [Verse 2:] Fresh to d**h, like I belong in a coffin Young Philphy Rich, I'm d fliest n***a walkin Yellow tape, betta proceed wit caution Wit my young high heels they be higher than a morson I murk d track wit Thuggy an 40 Posted on d block I'll be thuggin wid d 40 Slide through I give you 8 fo' d 40 Next time you come you betta coppa ho oz Fake n***as don't try this at home, see me near you've entered the k** zone Where dem AKs knock off a n***a own He ain't from aroun here, he might not make it home It's young Phiphy Rich fake n***as imitate You masturbate, while a real n***a penetrate A couple n***as in ma circle had to eliminate Cause they was tryna steal a food from a n***a's plate [Chorus] [Verse 3:] (Okay, here we go) Hold up, parental advisory I get so waddy when d liquor get inside me Broke not hardly, smoke like Martin Hoe like sitting like she sittin on a Harley Who go harm me, you an what army Live watch chillin room, ma k**ers be swarmin Take two money shots, call me in d mornin Cover me I'm goin in, without no warnin I think I'm right, ma mama think I'm wrong Say I'm rockin wid d chrome, make sure I make it home Early in d mornin, d kitchen shakin salts Nickel an dime, n***a six figures forelong Don't try this at d crib, all ma n***as thuggin like this where I live Stevie Joe I don't need ID, the lil n***as in d hood wanna be like me, mothaf**a

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