My Alphabets

That nigga this, that nigga that, where's Quik? Where's Tone? Where's Hi-C? When's your album coming out, brolmes? 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 that night, but it wasn't last night You want a toy to go play with, bitch? Cause you're fuckin' with some dynamite Watch ya phone, gotta get mo' Ya get mo' in California in the Divisidero And since you wanna report it? Yeah, I crushed up some Crystal Meth, lined it up, and snorted it Dee-dee-bah-hah-shabba-dah-bah Well, 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 and ask him I'm on parole cuz, and I ain't in the? I'm in the scientific research to keep ya game hot Mackin' ain't nothin but a thing to me Because I'm a double OG P-I-M-P Do you know your alphabet, Suga Free? A-B-C-P Mackin' ain't nothin but a thing to me Because I'm a double OG P-I-M-P Do you know your alphabet, Suga Free? A-B-C-P Cut the crap, biatch-ya can't con me I'll cut ya ass thin as salami Not Lonnie, Bobby, Ricky or Mike I go bad like OJ, sav like Ike Gesundheit, so cold you sneeze Iced out grill, tattooed sleeves Bitch leave, need no comprende All I understand is this is? I drink Rémi Martin Flows on a cool nut, barking Always cool nigga like me adore 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 and 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 Because I'm a double OG P-I-M-P Do you know your alphabet, Suga Free? A-B-C-P 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 yous a broke bitch, it's time to get the fuck out No disrespect but I'm a mack, that's how the game go Pimpin' these hoes from Hunter's Point to Filmore Mac Dre and 4-Tay keep it sucka-free Three hundred and sixty degrees, ya feel me Suga Free? Dirty dead presidents Put a safety deposit box at my residence Cus real playas stack a grip can't be hesitant Maneuver on my cellular? Drop top double 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 man Mackin' ain't nothin but a thing to me Because I'm a double OG P-I-M-P Do you know your alphabet, Suga Free? A-B-C-P Mackin' ain't nothin but a thing to me Because I'm a double OG P-I-M-P Do you know your alphabet, Suga Free? A-B-C-P Mackin' ain't nothin but a thing to me Because I'm a double OG P-I-M-P Do you know your alphabet, Suga Free? A-B-C-P Mackin' ain't nothin but a thing to me Because I'm a double OG P-I-M-P Do you know your alphabet, Suga Free? A-B-C-P