Lyrics:

Womans Voice:



Lets sing and learn about the letters of the alphabet



Masta Ace:



A son, how you B?

'Aiyo I'm chillin'

and I C you D to go out, and make a killin', but where E?

'F that nigga he making G's on tour with H-Town doing shows overseas'

yeah I heard he DJ'd but stop hatin' OK? (I ain't hatin')

Smoke your L and chill the fuck out, I found a way to get paid

you know how I M, we gonna be N

cuz my cousin Tyriq said, to meet him about ten

'Now that's that shit that I'm talking about

so yo let me just take this leak and then we out'

O now you gotta P, well hurry up it's quarter to

and I just got this beep from son, and that's the Q

R you ready? Hurry, I'll be in the S-10, Blazer

out front, he blowing up my pager

'Aiyo I hope this nigga's about getting cash

cuz mom's is about to evict my broke ass'

Chill, my cousin's like the 2001 Mr. T

rock mad ice and platinum, watch you gonna see

He pushin a 600, with color TV in the visor

and got more gadgets, than McGuiver (ooh)

we gonna make dough on the W ain't seen

in your lifetime or my lifetime yo mad cream

oh shit, you seen that car that drove by? (yeah)

well that was his X-hoe Lisa, and that was Y

he told us to drive through the hood and if we caught her

take back that 300-Z that he just bought her...so what's up

'Nigga I don't give a fuck, whatever we gotta do

we can take the bitch car, the money and jewels too

make this u-turn, we'll catch her at the light

and get right, off of this quick jooks tonight

I don't give a fuck'