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mac dre - my alphabets lyrics

[verse 1: suga free]
(bah-bah-shabba-da-bah)

that n-gga this, that n-gga that. where’s quik? where’s tone?
where’s hi-c? when your album coming out, holmes?
i’m more antic-p-ted 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, b-tch?
’cause you’re f-ckin’ 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, motherf-cker
call that n-gga 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, b-tch, to keep ya bailing

[chorus: suga free & rappin’ 4-tay]
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

[verse 2: mac dre]
cut the cr-p, biatch; you can’t con me
i’ll slice yo’ -ss 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
b-tch please, me no comprende
all i understand is ‘daddy, send me’
i drink rémy martin
flows on a cougnut, barking
old school n-gga like theodore
when i see a wh0r-, 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

[verse 3: rappin’ 4-tay]
pimpin’s been around since the first day
and i been utilizing my mack hand, swingin’ my back hand
checkin’ b-tches on the daily, f-ckin’ with my paper route
if you’s a broke b-tch, best’a get the f-ck 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 n-ggas do it all
you need garage door opener, haters glancin’
keepin’ the feds off balance, they can’t find my mansion

[chorus: suga free & rappin’ 4-tay]
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?
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

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