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? 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? A-B-C-P 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? A-B-C-P