Considerate Brotha Lyrics - Indecent Proposal - Timbaland

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 

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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 

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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