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Текст песни Black Rob - Jasmine

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(Verse One)Yo had me in the LQYo shit was mad bumpin Rappers on the mic was like settin off somethinNow parties like this yo god I like lougin observin everything inside my surroundingJasmine dancin wit this non-descrip suckaOkay cool as long as the sucka don`t touch her NiggaGet the urge and can`t control his handGet a body bag cause "mauh" he`s a dead manShe was coolin sportin my table When the dance was done she like walked back to money`s tableI sat there like shit I can`t believe thisI wish you was there big fella so you could see this bitchSittin there boo legs wide open laughin gigglin smilin and jokin wit homesLike they use to hang out real real toughHe musta had a strong rap cause Jasmine looked gased upSittin there played the role of a slouchJust watchin to see how Jasmine played herself outThey sat there just talkin to each other I thought this kid was alone he had five more brothas wit himWit out girl`s night ain`t this some shit If she don`t recognize the game they can kiss this shitThey introduced theyselves one at a timeSaw `em say how you doin so Jasmine say "fine"I was laughin but there was more in storeI saw her get up and start walkin towards the front doorI rolls too god and walked right behind emSo where ever they go it won`t be hard to find emI keep a guard you now I thought I betterPlus I keep the stash deep inside the 8 pound leatherOpen doors vale was on the ready At the end Jasmine is gonna wish she never met meWe`re off two cars speedin deep in the nightI`m doin 30 on the straight away 60 on the turnpikeFor Jasmine(Chorus)Know that i`ve got Jasmine on my mindOhhhhhPlaya freeze while I pull out my nineKnow that i`ve got Jasmine on my mindOhhhhh(Verse Two)Word up ain`t nothin changed but the weatherStill chasin them suckas in the `86 JettaThinkin different thoughts still not understandin How 7 people got in that fuckin VolkswagenEnough of that god yo back to the chaseYo man you should`ve seen the ruckus look on my faceSlowin down cruisin on the cool out modeThen parked in front of his house on Gunhill roadMan I started to get outGrabbed the rope and try to hang herBefore I let this posse drop shots gang bang herThey went inside man but I kept goinParked across the street wit out them even knowinGot out the car still schemin the houseTip toed around the back quiet like a church mouseIf the neighbors looked out the window They would surely get leerly and scream like "BAHANDO"Police they would hold my fateBut they didn`t so I creeped up the fire escapeI saw shadow`s inside a bright lit roomWhich appear to be two bodies dancin to a slow song niggaI got closer decided I should check itI saw Jasmine and one of them kids dancin buck nakedSo I got the gat so I have no interference When I make my grand appearanceFor Jasmine(Chorus)(Verse Three)I seen a red dot tryna lock on meI can`t believe these niggas tryna pull a pac on meI 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 ropeWho left me this bitch ass noteI`m disgusted the murder she wroteMoney she oaked all of my coke all of dopeUp in smokeMade you follow me probably so mad you wanna hollow meBut you won`t be so lucky today so swallow meGot your GS4 and your Bently rose took all of your clothesAnd 99 bottles of Mo`s What she didn`t know is about the dynamite in the roseAnd if I get close I`ll blow her cause I got the controlsAt the toll on the phone wit this bitch NicoleSaid she left you in some hotel out in the roadRoom 112 penthouse sweet alumniOn the 12th floor in front of her door was one guyOn some Brandon Lee shit he wasn`t handin me shitUnderstand me he flipped bust the 9 and he splitHad my heat cocked busted right through the sheet rockHow`d he drop he ain`t the nigga I just shotWhas goin on all of a sudden it was nothin no jokin son Jasmine holdin the smokin gunBy the time I realized I caught two in the chest had the vestAs I fell I`m not thinkin of deathStill fallin to a place wit more conscience thoughLong enough to see her aim and put one in her throatSo I got up all shot up grabbed the PradaFaggots probably towed my truckYou know how my luck Hoped in bleedin to death turned left Thought of Jasmine and how she went out to the deathFor Jasmine(Chorus)

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