[Verse 1: Black Rob]
They 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 loungin
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 hands
Get a body bag cause... mwah, he's a dead man
She was coolin, sportin my cable
When the dance was done, she like walked back to Money 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
Thought this kid was alone, he had five more brothas wit him
Without girls, now 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, start walkin towards the front door
I rolls too, God, and walked right behind em
So wherever, 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, valet was on the ready
At the end, Jasmine's 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
[Hook: Carl Thomas]
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 2: Black Rob]
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, 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, I'm 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 creeped up the fire escape
I saw shadows inside a bright lit room
Which appear to be two bodies dancin to a slow tune 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
[Hook: Carl Thomas]
Playa, freeze while I pull out my nine
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ohhhhh
[Verse 3: Black Rob]
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 rushed me, who knocked me out, who tried to choke
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 my dope, up in smoke
Made you follow me, you 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 it 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
What's 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 remote, 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
[Hook: Carl Thomas]
Playa, freeze while I pull out my nine
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
