Blazin Janey Lyrics - South Park Mexican feat. Lucky Luciano & Powder

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length: 3:42
Skies are dark and days are rainy
Houston, Texas blazin Janey
Things been kinda crazy lately
But they'll never fade my baby

Hard in the paint I don't think ya can stop me
Sell so much yay, boys call me Lil' Rocky
Guess what I bought me?An old *** jalopy
Slapped it out nasty, going down Scott street
Working on my tape, I'ma call it What Just Rate
Working on my movie, called Planets of the Dranks
I'm true to my hood, real with my patnas
Houston went Screwston that kinda shocked us, shocked us
Flip flop, white leather, bring it down at nice weather,
I'm a big dice bedder, Polo on my tight sweater
It's the eye opener, strike like cobra
Pockets on swoll, I mean fat like Oprah
Bang to the boogie, the game getting uhugly
Roll with the bird just like the dog Snoopy
Rivals, punks trying to hold my title
You couldn't pass me on a mutha****in' motorcycle

[Chorus x2]

**** ain't the way it use to be, baby things is kinda crazy
Be blazin on a Janey just to keep me sane
See this cats is acting shady but I promise they can't fade me
Too real to the game can't touch me or that SP
Like the birdman, why? Cause I fly in any weather
On the rainiest of days I still be doing better
Stacking chedda that's my mission, never cease no doubt
You can hate it you can love it, but you can't stop my route
I be reppin' to the fullest Dope House, ride or die
Don't test my soldiers, we don't click we familize
Damn the skies if they dark, cause we still gone shine
Every time we come around, we gone leave them boys blind
Stay high, I'ma keep my head up
Stay on my grind, I can keep my bread up
Never lead up playa, we ain't going no where
We some veterans in the game, been hustling for years

Dvd changer, stacker and a slanger
Bring her to the party with one in the chamber
Married to the cut, renew my vows
Walking down the isles in my pink crocodiles
I'm a scorer and a choppa, cook like Betty Crocker
Boys wanna knock me, but **** a ***** knock'a
I'm the realest in this business, more ikas than a chemist
But the fear in hymnist, but got love like tennis
I'm a menace, squeeze triggas like lemons
I could win a rap contest with one sentence
And they jealous but I could show em' what hell is
I bring the rain and ya bring umbrellas
I'm restless, black lock, **** it back, aim and shoot
***** blowing up like some mutha****in' Romen soup
Kandy coupe, I use to be too fat to hoop
Now I jump so high *****s think that I got magic shoes

[Chorus x2]

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Digital Media 1
  • 1 Underground Block Bleeder
  • 2 Collect Call
  • 3 Dope Sells Itself
  • 4 Garza West
  • 5 I Must Be High
  • 6 Flossin Looking Good
  • 7 Broadway
  • 8 Real Gangster
  • 9 Styrofoam Cup
  • 10 Swim
  • 11 The Phone Call
  • 12 Cold Corona
  • 13 Streets on Beats
  • 14 Fuck What Ya Heard
  • 15 When Devil’s Strike
  • 16 Just Like You
  • 17 High Everyday
  • 18 Babygirl
  • 19 These Streets
  • 20 Right Here
  • 21 The System
  • 22 Underground Block Bleeders
  • 23 Falsely Accused
  • 24 Coming Up, Coming Down
  • 25 Block of Rock
  • 26 Like This and Like That
  • 27 Twice Last Night
  • 28 Jackas in My Home
  • 29 Pimpin the Pen
  • 30 SPM Jailhouse Interview
  • 31 Are We Real
  • 32 Creep With Me
  • 33 I’d Rather Bang Screw
  • 34 U Know My Name
  • 35 Bout to Go Down
  • 36 In My Hood
  • 37 All Done
  • 38 Mexican Radio
  • 39 Dope Game
  • 40 Ball Til We Fall
  • 41 Blazin Janey