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Considerate Brotha
Timbaland & Magoo feat. Ludacris
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Yeah, yeah! Disturbin' 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
Huh, we gon' do it like this, Timbaland, Magoo
Check it out
Mack meet ya at, seven eleven, a quarter to seven
Buy a rubber $6.50 then we fuckin' in heaven
I pass that ass to Kev', 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 ya game
I maim hoes for makin' me cum and make 'em buy me some rum
I got the town hoe infested, you seen 'em
Invested in prostitution, turnin' into an institution
Look, far be it for me to advertise my enterprise
All I'm sayin' man, my street shit is organized
I got a franchise from city to city, state to state
Don't look at the house, I own the whole estate
But wait, wait, baby baby baby baby shake to it
Baby baby, mate to it, baby baby baby baby shake to it
Mate to it
I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em
I might hug 'em, I might feed 'em
You can call me, a considerate brother
A considerate brother
I will touch 'em, but won't beat 'em
I will fuss wit' 'em, never mistreat 'em
You can call me, a considerate brother
A considerate brother
Wakin' up Saturday 'bout to press my suit
Wakin' up early about to fix me some orange juice
I got my chicks lined up, which one of 'em I'm gonna choose?
I got my guns lined up, which one of 'em I'm gonna use?
I got my, Louis Vuitton on, pumpin' that mind blowin'
Chicks can't even drive straight without them blowin' they horn
I'm just a illmatic, pumpin' all dramatic
Carry a automatic, keep up a hard tactic
I'm just that pimp nigga from Bob Beach
By the beach, uh, let me not slur my speech
I got that liquor in me, no juice, no vodka but that straight up Remy
Chicks 'bout to get loose cause I got it in me
'Bout to take one home and Free Willy, Tim you so silly
See I've been pimpin' before your day
Pimpin' ain't easy, hey hey hey
I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em
I might hug 'em, I might feed 'em
You can call me, a considerate brother
A considerate brother
I will touch 'em, but won't beat 'em
I will fuss wit' 'em, never mistreat 'em
You can call me, a considerate brother
A considerate brother
Bitch I pack a black tux for emergencies
Want me to treat 'em with courtesy
Pshh, Ludacris mack nigga bitch, skeet 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 sendin' me panties in my fan mail
Pimp hat with a big mouth, ATL, Dirt South
Hoes comin' up short, hoes wanna get cursed out
It's a fullback blast in the formation, grab yo' helmet
I'm the mascot of these hoes and they say, "What is that, velvet?"
And they better meet they quota, better yet better 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 little 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, I don't need 'em
I might hug 'em, I might feed 'em
You can call me, a considerate brother
A considerate brother
I will touch 'em, but won't beat 'em
I will fuss wit' 'em, never mistreat 'em
You can call me, a considerate brother
A considerate brother
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