Considerate Brotha

Yeah, yeah
Disturbing Tha Peace, the Beat Club
Ludacris, straight from the ATL
We gon' take it to NC to VA to LA to NY and everywhere in between
Uh, we gon' do it like this, Timbaland, Magoo check it out

Mag meetcha at, 7-11, a quarter to seven
Buy rubbers 650 then we fuckin' this heaven
My bastard ass, the kid momma let him hit it
He gon' nut up in ya mouth, and she bet' not spit it, look
Being a mack is all about your game
I maim hoes for makin' me cum, then make her buy me some rum
I got the town ho-infested, you seen 'em
Invested in prostitution, turned it into an institution

Well, be far be it from me, to advertise my enterprise
All I'm sayin' man, my street shit is organized
I got it franchised, from city to city, state to state
Don't look at the house, I own the whole estate
But wait (but wait) baby, baby, baby, baby shake too (shake too)
Baby, baby (baby, baby) make too (make too)
Baby, baby, baby, baby shake too, make too

I don't love 'em (no), I don't need 'em (no)
I might hug 'em (yea), I might feed 'em (yea)
You can call me (you can call) a considerate brotha (say what?)
A considerate brotha (that's what I am)

I will touch 'em (what?) But won't beat 'em (what?)
I will fuss wit' 'em (ah), I never mistreat 'em (uh)
You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (say what?)
A considerate brotha, whoa

Wakin' up Saturday about to press my suit
Wakin' up early, about to fix me some orange juice
I got my chicks lined up, which one 'em I'm gonna choose
I got my guns lined up, which one 'em I'm gonna use
I got my Louis Vuitton on, pumpin' that mind-blowin'
Chicks can't even drive straight without them blown they horn
I'm just a illmatic, pumpin' all dramatic
Carry a automatic, keep up on all tactics

I'm just that pimp nigga from Va Beach
Rrrrob each, uh, let me not slur my speech
I got that liquor in me, no juice, no vodka
But the straight up Remi, kicks 'bout to get loose
'Cause I got it in me, 'bout to take one home
And free Willy, Timb, you so silly
See I been pimpin', before your days
Pimpin' ain't easy, hey, hey, hey, hey

I don't love 'em (no), I don't need 'em (no)
I might hug 'em (yea), I might feed 'em (yea)
You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (say what?)
A considerate brotha (uhh)

I will touch 'em (touch 'em), but won't beat 'em (won't beat 'em)
I will fuss wit' 'em, never, never mistreat 'em
You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (uh-huh)
A considerate brotha

Bitch, I pack a black tux fo' emergencies
Want me to treat 'em with courtesy but psssh
Ludacris mack nigga bitch get on you purposely
Perfectly, dressed to impress, fresh from the head down
Leave 'em let down, I'm the king of this shit, you take a step down
Admire the merchandise, talk back, get slapped twice
Or handheld, I got women sending me panties in my fanmail
Pimp hat with a big mouth, ATL, dirt south
Hoes comin' up short, hoes finna get cursed out

It's the fullback blast in the formation grab your helmet
Slam the mask out of these hoes and they say, "What is that, velvet?"
And they better meet they quota, betta yet betta meet they deadline
And I got hoes who legs go back further than yo' father hairline
From Raggedy Ann & Andy to daquiri drinks and brandy
I take 'em off the streets and put 'em back on with a lil' candy
I'm the pimp of the year, I'm a pimp all around
A pimp of the town we pimpin' 'em up, hoes down

I don't love 'em (no), I don't need 'em (no)
I might hug 'em (yea), I might feed 'em (yea)
You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (say what?)
A considerate brotha (uh-huh)

I will touch 'em (what?) But won't beat 'em (what?)
I will fuss with 'em, never, never mistreat 'em
You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (uh-huh)
A considerate brotha (whoa)

(Ea-sy) feel me now
Feel me now baby, come on
Come on walk with me, walk witcha daddy
(Ea-sy) yea, take it easy, baby
Let your hair blow out, come on