Tekstovi: Black Rob. 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 nondescript 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 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
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 they selves 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, ooh
Playa freeze while I pull out my nine
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh

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 have seen the ruckus look on my face
Slowin' down cruisin' on the cool out mode
Then parked in front of his house on Gun hill 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 leery and scream like, "Bahando"

Police they would hold my fate
But they didn't so I creped 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

Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh
Playa freeze while I pull out my nine
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh

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 soaked 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 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 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 did 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

Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh
Playa freeze while I pull out my nine
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh