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