Letras:
Ja Rule Down Ass Chick

my record sell slow I'm show you my dick [x7] [The Game:] Hit a breakdown No 400 bars yet, I don't need that I'm gas, your whole click is ass, I mean

down ass chick {Ja Rule:} This chick no intentions of bein' offensive The women by callin ya'll bitches My down ass bitches Still my queen bitch's cut

rap came mysteriously and made me feel 11 It understood me, and made my ghetto heaven I understood it as the new poor people's weapon But now it tap ass like a chick

so hard to tell (So hard to tell) Where her body ends (La la) And my homie's begins (Ew wee) This rule dates back (The Golden Rule) To ancient Greece

it's goin' down It's on now Niggas used to love me Now they wanna hate me now I'm that same nigga With the tech Holdin' the spot down Except I'm pushin

m lookin' like Jones Besides I put money on your skull and bones And keep it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin' phones Touch down and getcha ass

the light bill or light up them candles Regular white al Cigarello no flavors Break that bitch down and peel of the first layer Smooth Like a baby's ass

but I like the way you move Got your boy in the mood, let's go back to my jacuzz' I ain't like them other fools, gotta play by my rules Face down, ass

back, one ridin' in the front No smokin' in here, so put out your freakin' blunt This how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the rules Women in sexy gear, draws down