| Skies are dark and days are rainy
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| Houston, Texas blazin Janey
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| Things been kinda crazy lately
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| But they’ll never fade my baby
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| Hard in the paint I don’t think ya can stop me
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| Sell so much yay, boys call me Lil' Rocky
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| Guess what I bought me? |
| An old ass jalopy
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| SLAB-ed it out nasty, going down Scott street
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| Working on my tape, I’mma call it Welch’s Grape
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| Working on my movie, called Planets of the Dranks
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| I’m true to my hood, real with my patnas
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| Houston went Screwston that kinda shocked us, shocked us
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| Flip flop, white leather, bring it down at nice weather
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| I’m a big dice better, Polo on my tight sweater
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| It’s the eye opener, strike like cobra
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| Pockets on swoll, I mean fat like Oprah
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| Bang to the boogie, the game getting uhugly
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| Roll with the bird just like the dog Snoopy
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| Rivals, punks trying to hold my title
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| You couldn’t pass me on a muthafuckin' motorcycle
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| Shit ain’t the way it use to be, baby things is kinda crazy
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| Be blazin on a Janey just to keep me sane
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| See this cats is acting shady but I promise they can’t fade me
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| Too real to the game can’t touch me or that SP
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| Like the birdman, why? |
| Cause I fly in any weather
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| On the rainiest of days I still be doing better
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| Stacking chedda that’s my mission, never cease no doubt
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| You can hate it you can love it, but you can’t stop my route
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| I be reppin' to the fullest Dope House, ride or die
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| Don’t test my soldiers, we don’t click we familize
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| Damn the skies if they dark, cause we still gone shine
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| Every time we come around, we gone leave them boys blind
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| Stay high, I’mma keep my head up
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| Stay on my grind, I can keep my bread up
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| Never lead up playa, we ain’t going no where
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| We some veterans in the game, been hustling for years
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| DVD changer, stacker and a slanger
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| Bring her to the party with one in the chamber
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| Married to the cut, renew my vows
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| Walking down the isles in my pink crocodiles
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| I’m a scorer and a choppa, cook like Betty Crocker
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| Boys wanna knock me, but fuck a nigga knock’a
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| I’m the realest in this business, more ikas than a chemist
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| But the fear in hymnist, but got love like tennis
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| I’m a menace, squeeze triggas like lemons
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| I could win a rap contest with one sentence
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| And they jealous but I could show em' what hell is
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| I bring the rain and ya bring umbrellas
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| I’m restless, black Glock, cock it back, aim and shoot
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| Nigga blowing up like some muthafuckin' Romen soup
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| Kandy coupe, I use to be too fat to hoop
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| Now I jump so high niggas think that I got magic shoes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blazin Janey , by - South Park Mexican. Song from the album When Devils Strike -Clean-, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп