Jasmine (feat. Carl Thomas)

歌詞

(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)