Considerate Brotha

Disturbin' tha peace, the Beat Club



Ludacris, straight from the A T L



We gon' take it to N C, to V A



To L.A., to N.Y.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 six-fifty 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 bein' 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, baby, baby, baby, baby shake too



Baby baby, 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 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, I never mistreat 'em



You can call me a considerate brotha, say what?



A considerate brotha



Woah, 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 yo' 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, no, I might feed 'em, yea



You can call me a considerate brotha, say what?



A considerate brotha



I will touch 'em but won't beat 'em



I will fuss wit 'em, never, never mistreat 'em



You can call me a considerate brotha



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 hand held, I got women sendin' me panties in my fan mail



Pimp hat with a big mouth, A T L, Dirt South



Hoes comin' up short? Hoes finna get cursed out!



It's the fullback blast in the formation grab yo' helmet



Slam the mask out of these hoes and they say, "What is that, velvet?"



And they betta 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 and Andy to Daiquiri 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 a considerate brotha, say what?



A considerate brotha



I will touch 'em, what but won't beat 'em, what



I will fuss wit 'em, never, never mistreat 'em



You can call me a considerate brotha



A considerate brotha



Easy, feel me now



Feel me now baby, come on



Come on walk with me, walk witcha daddy



Easy, yea, take it easy baby



Let your hair blow out, come on