Timbaland - Considerate Brotha lyrics

Disturbin' tha peace, the Beat Club Ludacris, straight from the A T L We gon' take it to N see, 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 f**in' this heaven My ba*tard a** 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 sh** 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 n***a 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 b**h I pack a black tux fo' emergencies Want me to treat 'em with courtesy But psssh, Ludacris mack n***a b**h get on you purposely Perfectly, dressed to impress, fresh from the head down Leave 'em let down, I'm the king of this sh**, 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