[Chorus:]
Skies are dark & days are rainy
Houston Texas Blazin' Janey
Things been kind of crazy lately
But they'll never fade my baby.
[South Park Mexican:]
Hard in the paint I don't think you 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, goin' down Scott street
Workin' on my tape, I'm a call it What Just Rate
Workin' on my movie, called Planets of the Dranks
I'm true to my hood, real with my patnas
Houston went Screwston that kind of 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 bad like Oprah
Bang to the boogie, the game gettin' uhugly
Roll with the bird just like the dog Snoopy
Rivals, punks tryin' to hold my title
You couldn't pass me on a muthafuckin' motorcycle.
[Chorus:]
Skies are dark & days are rainy
Houston Texas Blazin' Janey
Things been kind of crazy lately
But they'll never fade my baby. [x2]
[Powda:]
Shit ain't the way it use to be, baby things is kind of crazy
Be Blazin' on a Janey just to keep me sane
See this cats is actin' 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 doin' better
Stackin' chedder 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 gon' shine
Every time we come around, we gon' leave them boys blind
Stay high, I'm a keep my head up
Stay on my grind, I can keep my bread up
Never lead up player, we ain't goin' nowhere
We some veterans in the game, been hustlin' for years.
[South Park Mexican:]
DVD changer, stacker & a slanger
Bring her to the party with one in the chamber
Married to the cut, renew my vows
Walkin' down the isles in my pink crocodiles
I'm a scorer & a chopper, 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 triggers like lemons
I could win a rap contest with 1 sentence
& they jealous but I could show em' what hell is
I bring the rain & you bring umbrellas
I'm restless, black lock, cock it back, aim & shoot
Nigga blowin' 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:]
Skies are dark & days are rainy
Houston Texas Blazin' Janey
Things been kind of crazy lately
But they'll never fade my baby. [x2]
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Lyrics submitted by Mike.