Baby, baby, baby, baby, shake too, make too
Mag meetcha at 7/11 a quarter to seven
A considerate brotha
A considerate brotha
I got my guns lined up, which one 'em I'm gonna use
Baby baby, make too
Carry a automatic, keep up on all tactics
You can call me a considerate brotha
I might hug 'em, yea, I might feed 'em, yea
My bastard ass the kid momma let him hit it
A considerate brotha, that's what I am
From Raggedy Ann and Andy to Daiquiri drinks and brandy
'Cause I got it in me, 'bout to take one home
It's the fullback blast in the formation grab yo' helmet
I'm just that pimp nigga from Va. Beach
And I got hoes who legs go back further than yo' father hairline
I got the town ho-infested, you seen 'em
I will touch 'em, what, but won't beat 'em, what
Buy rubbers six-fifty then we fuckin' this heaven
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
Uh, we gon' do it like this, Timbaland Magoo, check it out
I might hug 'em, no, I might feed 'em, yea
But the straight up Remi, kicks 'bout to get loose
See I been pimpin', before yo' days
Wakin' up early about to fix me some orange juice
Chicks can't even drive straight without them blown they horn
I maim hoes for makin' me cum then make her buy me some rum
Woah, wakin' up Saturday about to press my suit
Leave 'em let down, I'm the king of this shit, you take a step down
He gon' nut up in ya mouth and she bet' not spit it
But psssh, Ludacris mack nigga bitch get on you purposely
Want me to treat 'em with courtesy
To L.A., to N.Y.and everywhere in between
Easy, yea, take it easy baby
I don't love 'em, no, I don't need 'em, no
And 'Free Willy', Timb, you so silly
You can call me a considerate brotha, say what?
Pimp hat with a big mouth, A T L, Dirt South
I got it franchised from city to city, state to state
I will touch 'em but won't beat 'em
Look bein' a mack is all about your game
I don't love 'em, no, I don't need 'em, no
All I'm sayin' man my street shit is organized
Bitch I pack a black tux fo' emergencies
You can call me a considerate brotha, say what?
A considerate brotha
A considerate brotha
A pimp of the town we pimpin' 'em up, hoes down
You can call me a considerate brotha, say what?
I'm the pimp of the year, I'm a pimp all around
I will fuss wit 'em, never, never mistreat 'em
I don't love 'em, no, I don't need 'em, no
Come on walk with me, walk witcha daddy
But wait, baby, baby, baby, baby shake too
Hoes comin' up short? Hoes finna get cursed out!
I might hug 'em, yea, I might feed 'em, yea
I got my, Louis Vuitton on, pumpin', that mind-blowin'
I'm just a illmatic, pumpin' all dramatic
Pimpin' ain't easy, hey, hey, hey, hey
Invested in prostitution turned it into an institution
I got that liquor in me, no juice, no vodka
Admire the merchandise, talk back get slapped twice
Perfectly, dressed to impress, fresh from the head down
You can call me a considerate brotha, say what?
Feel me now baby, come on
We gon' take it to N C, to V A
Or hand held, I got women sendin' me panties in my fan mail
Don't look at the house, I own the whole estate
A considerate brotha
I will fuss wit 'em, never, never mistreat 'em
You can call me a considerate brotha
I will touch 'em, what but won't beat 'em, what
Well be far be it from me to advertise my enterprise
I take 'em off the streets and put 'em back on with a lil' candy
I got my chicks lined up, which one 'em I'm gonna choose
I will fuss wit 'em, I never mistreat 'em
Rrrrob each, uh, let me not slur my speech
Easy, feel me now
