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?
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?