[00:00:00] Down A** B**ch - The Hit Co. (热歌公司) [00:00:09] Ja Rule, Chuck B-more [00:00:16] Every thug needs a lady [00:00:24] Every thug needs a lady [00:00:30] Baby I'm convinced, [00:00:32] You my down a** b**ch [00:00:33] Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) [00:00:36] If you'd lie for me, [00:00:37] Like you lovin me [00:00:38] Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) [00:00:41] If you'd die for me, [00:00:42] Like you cry for me [00:00:43] Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) [00:00:46] If you'd kill for me, [00:00:48] Like you comfort me [00:00:49] Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) [00:00:52] Girl I'm convinced, [00:00:53] You're my down a** b**ch [00:00:54] Uh [00:00:55] I know that you're lovin me, [00:00:56] 'Cause you thug with me, [00:00:57] Who bust slugs for me? [00:00:58] My baby [00:01:00] Who gon' kill for you, like I comfort you, [00:01:03] Who else but the Rule? [00:01:04] You feel me [00:01:06] Girl when we connect the dots we hit the spot [00:01:08] Twin Benz's, you ride hard, I ride drop [00:01:11] And to make it better, baby got the [00:01:13] Nina' Beretta tucked low [00:01:14] And I'm two cars back with the four-four [00:01:16] And it freaks you out, [00:01:18] On your momma's couch, [00:01:19] That's what us thugs be 'bout [00:01:20] You know me [00:01:22] And when I pray for love, [00:01:23] Baby pray for us, [00:01:24] Who celebrates the thugs? [00:01:26] My lady [00:01:27] Got me seekin capital game [00:01:29] When I spit sixteen [00:01:30] Whether bars or sixteens in the doors of cars [00:01:33] A star is born [00:01:34] In the hood, made a name live on, [00:01:36] R-U-L-E, ladies, feel me [00:01:38] Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) [00:01:41] If you'd lie for me, [00:01:42] Like you lovin me [00:01:44] Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) [00:01:46] If you'd die for me, [00:01:48] Like you cry for me [00:01:49] Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) [00:01:52] If you'd kill for me, [00:01:53] Like you comfort me [00:01:54] Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) [00:01:57] Girl I'm convinced, [00:01:59] You're my down a** b**ch [00:02:00] Now I'm show you blood or love, [00:02:01] There's no belly you bounce from [00:02:03] Blow sellin, dough amounts to no tellin [00:02:05] There'll be no tellin, snitches get it back [00:02:08] Those gats to your backs for my boy [00:02:11] What part of the game is that, huh? [00:02:13] Niggas and they feelings [00:02:14] 'Cause I handle your dealings, [00:02:15] Keep your name in tact [00:02:16] My fame's in tact so cops won't [00:02:18] Know what it's hittin for [00:02:20] Now hoes wanna know what you shittin for [00:02:22] 'Cause I'm your b**ch, [00:02:24] The Bonnie to your Clyde [00:02:25] It's mental, mash your enemies, [00:02:26] We out in the rental [00:02:27] I'm your b**ch, niggas run up on ya, [00:02:30] Shift ya lungs, who's your organ donor? [00:02:33] What they know about, [00:02:34] Extreme meausures I'm a ride with you [00:02:36] And my baby three-eighty at my side [00:02:38] And we lock the town, [00:02:40] I'm as down as any thug [00:02:41] My love, they gotta take us in blood, what [00:02:43] Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) [00:02:46] If you'd lie for me, [00:02:48] Like you lovin me [00:02:49] Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) [00:02:52] If you'd die for me, [00:02:53] Like you cry for me [00:02:54] Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) [00:02:57] If you'd kill for me, [00:02:59] Like you comfort me [00:03:00] Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) [00:03:03] Girl I'm convinced, [00:03:04] You're my down a** b**ch [00:03:05] You could die from love, [00:03:07] At any given time I could die from slugs [00:03:10] But that's what this life is capable of [00:03:12] The death and the life of a b**ch [00:03:14] And a thug, is what I'm scared of [00:03:17] But got a woman who ain't afraid to, [00:03:20] Tuck the toast in the Escalade [00:03:22] Pop on niggas that showin me shade, [00:03:25] But only for the Rule 'cause that's my baby [00:03:28] Got me a down a** b**ch with red hair, [00:03:30] That don't care [00:03:31] Blazed by the shots and flares [00:03:33] Girl c'mon, follow me, [00:03:36] And bust back at police, conceal ya heat