Blazin Janey (chopped & Screwed) Lyrics - South Park

[Chorus:] 

Skies are dark and days are rainy 

Houston, Texas blazin Janey 

Things been kinda crazy lately 

But they'll never fade my baby 

[Verse 1: SPM] 

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 

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 muthafuckin' motorcycle 

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[Chorus x2] 

[Powda:] 

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'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 

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[SPM:] 

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 lock, 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 

[Chorus x2]