Timbaland - Considerate Brotha Lyrics

Considerate Brotha Lyrics - Timbaland

[Ludacris] Ahh.. yea, yEAH Disturbin' Tha Peace, the Beat Club Ludacris - straight from the ATL We gon' take it to NC, to VA To L.A., to N.Y., and e'rywhere in between Uh, we gon' do it like this, Timbaland Magoo Check it out [Magoo] 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 (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 [Chorus + (Timbaland)] 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 [Timbaland] Whoaaaahhh 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 [Chorus + (Timbaland)] 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 [Ludacris] 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 sendin 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 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 & 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 [Chorus + (Timbaland)] 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 wit 'em, never never mistreat 'em You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (uh-huh) A considerate brotha (whoahhhh) [Timbaland] (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

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