Versuri 15. 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