Testo Jasmine - Amended Version - Black Rob
Testo della canzone Jasmine - Amended Version (Black Rob), tratta dall'album Life Story
Yeah, man
Constantly going through something with these hoes
Always, you know what I'm saying
If it ain't one thing, it's another, God
Ugh, man, this one chick had me in the club
Tryin' to play me right in front of my face
Motherfucker, word up, man
Nah, man, fuck it
They had me in the LQ, shit was mad bumpin'
Rappers on the mic was like setting off something
Now parties like this, yo, God, I like lounging
Observing everything inside my surrounding
Jasmine dancing with this nondescript sucker
Okay, cool, as long as that sucker don't touch her
Get the urge, he can't control his hands
Get a body bag 'cause, mwah, he a dead man
She was coolin', sporting my cable
When the dance was done, she like walked back to money table
I sat there like, "Tsh, I can't believe this"
I wish you was there, big fella, shit, you could see this bitch
Sitting there, bootlegs wide open
Laughing, giggling, smiling and joking with hoes
Like we used to hang out, real, real tough
He must've had a strong rap 'cause Jasmine looked gassed up
Sitting there, played the role of a slouch
Just watching to see how Jasmine played herself out
They sat there just talking to each other
Thought this kid was alone, he had five more brothers with 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 doing?" Saw Jasmine say, "Fine"
I was laughing, but there was more in store
I saw 'em get up, start walking towards the front door
I rose too, God, and walked right behind 'em
So wherever they go, it won't be hard to find 'em
Shit, I keep a God U now, I thought I'd better
Plus I kept the stash deep inside the eight-pound leather
Open doors, valet was on the ready
At the end, Jasmine is gonna wish she never met me
We're off, two cars speeding deep in the night
I'm doing thirty on the straightaway
Sixty on the turnpike, for Jasmine
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, oh
Playa, freeze, or I'll pull out my nine
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, oh
Word up, ain't nothing changed but the weather
Still chasing up suckers in the '86 Jetta
Thinking different thoughts, still not understanding
How seven people got in that fucking Volkswagen
Enough of that, God, back to the chase
Yo, man, you should've seen the ruckus look on my face
Slowing down, cruising on the cool-out mode
Then parked in front of this house on Gun Hill Road
Man, I started to get out, grabbed the rope and tried to hang her
Before I let this posse get dropped, shots gangbanged her
They went inside, man, but I kept going
Parked across the street without them even knowing
Got out the car, I'm still scheming 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, "Bajando!"
Police, they would hold my fate
But they didn't, so I creeped up the fire escape
I saw shadows inside the bright-lit room
Which appeared to be two bodies dancing to a slow tune
I got closer, decided I should check it
I saw Jasmine and one of them kids dancing butt-naked
So I got the gat so I have no interference
When I make my grand appearance, for Jasmine
Playa, freeze, or I'll pull out my nine
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, oh
I seen the red dot trying to lock on me
Can't believe these niggas tried to pull a Pac on me
I admit they had the drop on me
Probably turned the burner 'round twenty degrees so I could see
Who rushed me, who knocked me out, who tried to choke
Who tied the rope, who left me this bloody note
I'm disgusted, the murder she wrote, money she owe
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 Rove'
Took all your clothes and ninety-nine bottles of Mo's
What she didn't know was 'bout the dynamite in the Rolls
And if I get close, I'll blow it 'cause I got the controls
After told on the phone with this nigga Nicole
Said she left you in some hotel out in New Ro'
Room 112, penthouse suite, Alumni
On the twelfth floor, in front of her door was one guy
On some random leash, he wasn't handing me shit
Understand me? He flipped, bumped the nine and he split
Had my heat cocked, busting right through the sheetrock
How'd he drop? He ain't the nigga I just shot
What's going on? All of a sudden, it was none
No joking, son, Jasmine holding the smoking gun
By the time I realized, I caught two in the chest
Had the vest, as I fell, I'm not thinking of death
Still falling to a place remote, conscious, though
Long enough to see her aiming, put one in her throat
So I got up, all shot up, grabbed the product
Niggas probably towed my truck, you know how my luck
Hopped in, bleeding to death, turned left
Thought of Jasmine and how she went out to the death, for Jasmine
Playa, freeze, or I'll pull out my nine
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, oh
For Jasmine, I'll
Playa, freeze, or I'll pull out my nine
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Deric Micheal Angelettie, Carl Thomas, Robert Ross, Taj Mahal, Nashiem Sa-allah Myrick, Carlos Daronde Broady
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