Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jasmine, artist - Black Rob. Album song Life Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.11.2012
Record label: Bad Boy, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Jasmine |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| (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 |