Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blazin Janey, artist - South Park Mexican. Album song When Devils Strike -Clean-, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.10.2006
Record label: Dopehouse
Song language: English
Blazin Janey |
| 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 ass jalopy |
| SLAB-ed it out nasty, going down Scott street |
| Working on my tape, I’mma call it Welch’s Grape |
| 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 better, 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 muthafuckin' motorcycle |
| Shit 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’mma 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 fuck a nigga 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 Glock, cock it back, aim and shoot |
| Nigga blowing up like some muthafuckin' Romen soup |
| Kandy coupe, I use to be too fat to hoop |
| Now I jump so high niggas think that I got magic shoes |