Jasmine Lyrics - Singles - Black Rob

(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 want to 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)