A,B,C,P… - Mac Dre

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?