Jasmine

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Black Rob] They had me in the LQ, yo, shit was mad bumpin Rappers on the mic was like settin off somethin Now parties like this, yo God, I like loungin Observin; everything inside my surrounding Jasmine dancin wit this non-descrip sucka Okay cool as long as the sucka don't touch her Nigga, get the urge and can't control his hands Get a body bag cause... mwah, he's a dead man She was coolin, sportin my cable When the dance was done, she like walked back to Money table I sat there like shit I can't believe this I wish you was there, big fella, so you could see this bitch Sittin there, boo legs wide open Laughin, gigglin, smilin and jokin wit homes Like they use to hang out real real tough He musta had a strong rap cause Jasmine looked gassed up Sittin there, played the role of a slouch Just watchin to see how Jasmine played herself out They sat there just talkin to each other Thought this kid was alone, he had five more brothas wit him Without girls, now ain't this some shit If she don't recognize the game, they can kiss this shit They introduced theyselves one at a time Saw 'em say "how you doin" so Jasmine say "fine" I was laughin, but there was more in store I saw her get up, start walkin towards the front door I rolls too, God, and walked right behind em So wherever, they go it won't be hard to find em I keep a guard you now I thought I better Plus I keep the stash deep inside the 8 pound leather Open doors, valet was on the ready At the end, Jasmine's gonna wish she never met me We're off two cars speedin deep in the night I'm doin 30 on the straight away 60 on the turnpike For Jasmine [Hook: Carl Thomas] Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ohhhhh Playa, freeze while I pull out my nine Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind Ohhhhh [Verse 2: Black Rob] Word up, ain't nothin changed but the weather Still chasin them suckas in the '86 Jetta Thinkin different thoughts, still not understandin How 7 people got in that fuckin Volkswagen Enough of that, God, back to the chase Yo, man, you should've seen the ruckus look on my face Slowin down cruisin on the cool out mode Then parked in front of his house on Gunhill Road Man I started to get out, grabbed the rope and try to hang her Before I let this posse drop shots, gang bang her They went inside man but I kept goin Parked across the street wit out them even knowin Got out the car, I'm still schemin the house Tip toed around the back quiet like a church mouse If the neighbors looked out the window They would surely get leery and scream like "BAHANDO" Police, they would hold my fate But they didn't so I creeped up the fire escape I saw shadows inside a bright lit room Which appear to be two bodies dancin to a slow tune nigga I got closer decided I should check it I saw Jasmine and one of them kids dancin buck naked So I got the gat so I have no interference When I make my grand appearance For Jasmine [Hook: Carl Thomas] Playa, freeze while I pull out my nine Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ohhhhh [Verse 3: Black Rob] I seen a red dot tryna lock on me I can't believe these niggas tryna pull a Pac on me I admit they had the drop on me Probably turned the burner around 20 degrees so I could see Who rushed me, who knocked me out, who tried to choke Who tied the rope, who left me this bitch ass note I'm disgusted, the murder she wrote, money she oaked All of my coke all of my dope, up in smoke Made you follow me, you probably so mad you wanna hollow me But you won't be so lucky today so swallow me Got your GS4 and your Bentley Rose Took all of your clothes and 99 bottles of Mo's What she didn't know is about the dynamite in the rose And if I get close, I'll blow it cause I got the controls At the toll on the phone wit this bitch Nicole Said she left you in some hotel out in the road Room 112 penthouse sweet alumni On the 12th floor, in front of her door was one guy On some Brandon Lee shit, he wasn't handin me shit Understand me, he flipped, bust the 9 and he split Had my heat cocked, busted right through the sheet rock How'd he drop, he ain't the nigga I just shot What's goin on, all of a sudden, it was nothin No jokin son, Jasmine holdin the smokin gun By the time I realized I caught two in the chest Had the vest, as I fell I'm not thinkin of death Still fallin to a place remote, conscience though Long enough to see her aim and put one in her throat So I got up, all shot up, grabbed the Prada Faggots probably towed my truck, you know how my luck Hoped in bleedin to death, turned left Thought of Jasmine and how she went out to the death For Jasmine [Hook: Carl Thomas] Playa, freeze while I pull out my nine Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ohhhhh Playa, freeze while I pull out my nine Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ohhhhh