Jasmine Lyrics by Black Rob

Jasmine Lyrics

    (Verse One)

    Yo 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 lougin 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 hand
    Get a body bag cause 'mauh' he's a dead man
    She was coolin sportin my table
    When the dance was done she like walked back to money's 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 gased 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
    I thought this kid was alone he had five more brothas wit him
    Wit out girl's night 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 and start walkin towards the front door
    I rolls too god and walked right behind em
    So where ever 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 vale was on the ready
    At the end Jasmine is 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

    (Chorus)
    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 Two)

    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 yo 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 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 leerly and scream like 'BAHANDO'
    Police they would hold my fate
    But they didn't so I creeped up the fire escape
    I saw shadow's inside a bright lit room
    Which appear to be two bodies dancin to a slow song 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

    (Chorus)


    (Verse Three)

    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 bust me
    Who knocked me out
    Who tried to choak
    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 dope
    Up in smoke
    Made you follow me probably so mad you wanna hollow me
    But you won't be so lucky today so swallow me
    Got your GS4 and your Bently 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 her 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
    Whas 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 wit more 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

    (Chorus)

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