My Alphabets

That nigga this, that nigga that. Where’s Quik? Where’s Tone?
Where’s Hi-C? When your album coming out, holmes?
I’m more anticipated and most waited on
That I don’t a fingernail, or break a sweat, or break a bone
I was born at night, but it wasn’t last night
You want a toy to go play with, bitch?
'Cause you’re fuckin' with some dynamite
Watch it, 4, gotta get mo'
In Pomona, California or Divisadero
And since you wanna report it?
Yeah, I crushed up some crystal meth, lined it up, and snorted it
Gleek-gleek-bah-dah-shabba-dah-ho
And when a pimp feel he had enough, he need him some mo'
(Hey Suga Free, why you blastin'?)
I don’t know, motherfucker
Call that nigga you heard it from and go on and ask him
I’m on parole, cuz, and I ain’t into telling
I’m into scientific research, bitch, to keep ya bailing
Mackin' ain’t nothin but a thing to me
'Cause I’m a double OG P-I-M-P
Do you know your alphabet, Suga Free?
Mackin' ain’t nothin but a thing to me
'Cause I’m a double OG P-I-M-P
Do you know your alphabet, Suga Free?
Cut the crap, biatch; you can’t con me
I’ll slice yo' ass thin as salami
Not Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky or Mike
I go bad like OJ, sav like Ike
Gesundheit, so cold, you sneeze
Iced out grill, tattooed sleeves
Bitch please, me no comprende
All I understand is 'daddy, send me'
I drink Rémy Martin
Flows on a cougnut, barking
Old school nigga like Theodore
When I see a whore, I can’t ignore
I’m all in her face like an angry coach
Servin' her potions and antidotes
Hop in the Range when it’s time to go
She’ll do whatever I say, she’ll even be my hoe
Mackin' ain’t nothin but a thing to me
'Cause I’m a double OG P-I-M-P
Do you know your alphabet, Suga Free?
Yep, A-B-C-P
Mackin' ain’t nothin but a thing to me
'Cause I’m a double OG P-I-M-P
Do you know your alphabet, Suga Free?
Pimpin’s been around since the first day
And I been utilizing my mack hand, swingin' my back hand
Checkin' bitches on the daily, fuckin' with my paper route
If you’s a broke bitch, best’a get the fuck out
No disrespect but I’m a mack, that’s how the game go
Pimpin' these hoes from Hunters Point to Fillmore
Mac Dre and 4-Tay keep it sucka-free
360 degrees, you feel me, Suga Free?
Dirty dead presidents
Put a safety deposit box at my residence
'Cause real playas stack a grip, can’t be hesitant
Maneuver on my cellular
100, 100, 100 mo' profit on the regular
Droptop double-R's, stackin' like Escobar
Gotta get that cheese, Cali niggas do it all
You need garage door opener, haters glancin'
Keepin' the feds off balance, they can’t find my mansion
Mackin' ain’t nothin but a thing to me
'Cause I’m a double OG P-I-M-P
Do you know your alphabet, Suga Free?
Yep, A-B-C-P
Mackin' ain’t nothin but a thing to me
'Cause I’m a double OG P-I-M-P
Do you know your alphabet, Suga Free?
Yep, A-B-C-P
Mackin' ain’t nothin but a thing to me
'Cause I’m a double OG P-I-M-P
Do you know your alphabet, Suga Free?
Mackin' ain’t nothin but a thing to me
'Cause I’m a double OG P-I-M-P
Do you know your alphabet, Suga Free?