paroles de chanson Don't Try This At Home Feat. Philthy Rich & Stevie Joe - E-40 feat. Philthy Rich & Stevie Joe

Ma money short but it used to be long
In front a ma' mama's home, sellin' the drone (the drone, drone)
Yea gupe, gupe, gupe, yea paypay (yea papypay, papypay)
Yea yola (yola, yola), yea cola (cola, cola)
Winnin' 'em at their own game, pushin' them pale ass sugar cane
A1 top grade (ugh)
I want d finest in life, fuck wid ma love ones nigga I'm a kill you twice (kill 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 the way fuckin fucked up
I got a enough paper to have your son don't show up

(Don't try this at home) No money back guarantee
Fuck it I'm a 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
Don't try this at home

Fresh to death, like I belong in a coffin
Young Philphy Rich, I'm d fliest nigga walkin'
Yellow tape, betta proceed with caution
With my young high heels they be higher than a morson
I murk the track with Thuggy an 40
Posted on the block I'll be thuggin with the 40
Slide through I give you 8 fo' the 40
Next time you come you betta coppa hoe oz
Fake niggas don't try this at home, see me near you've entered the kill zone
Where dem AKs knock off a nigga own
He ain't from aroun' here, he might not make it home
It's young Phiphy Rich fake niggas imitate
You masturbate, while a real nigga penetrate
A couple niggas in ma' circle had to eliminate
'Cause they was tryna steal a food from a nigga's plate

(Don't try this at home)
No money back guarantee, fuck it I'm a 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
Don't try this at home

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 killers be swarmin'
Take two money shots, call me in the 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 with the chrome, make sure I make it home
Early in the mornin, the kitchen shakin salts
Nickel an dime, nigga six figures forelong
Don't try this at the crib, all ma niggas thuggin like this where I live
Stevie Joe I don't need ID, the lil niggas in the hood wanna be like me, mothafucka'