Stay Fly (Still Fly Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J and DJ Paul] We gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i 'Til I, 'til I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie Yeah, remix, new Three 6 Mafia (Yeah!) Dirty South, it's goin' down!! Trick Daddy! Project Pat! Slim Thug! We gotta stay... What?!? [Hook: Juicy J & DJ Paul] I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i Till I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i Till I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie [Juicy J] We still stay fly and are fresh out the mall Brand new set wit' a tone in my drawers Playing Willie Hutch and a CD of Paul's Car smoked out, still breakin' the law Working the wheel and I'm chirpin' a freak 20 meal piecing off in the seat Yeah I share, I give her a piece By the end of the night, she's chewin' my meat Black, strong, and size 12 inches long That's why these girls keep callin' my phone First I was a trapper, then turned rapper Now these groupies won't leave me alone Haters got pissed 'cause the Maybach's the whip And Project Pat came back on the rip And if you want to know if we bangin' your bitch She's suckin' my dick and I'm pleadin' the 5th [DJ Paul] DJ Paul, it's official, the king of the town Some clown tried to grab my crown I hit him, made him put it down I represent The M And I do it better than him Or her, or them, on CD and on film They hate me because of my cars They hate me because of my broads They hate me because I'm a platinum artist And I'm a movie star Nigga, get yo' weight up Now wait, don't come to me Y'all signed to people you don't even know, I own my company – what! [Hook: Juicy J & DJ Paul] I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i Till I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i Till I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie [Trick Daddy] I could smoke up a whole arm of that Purple Kryp and all that Jamaican shit Get rid of all the stems and seeds And get a Dutch and split it and fill it wit' weed Now inhale, hold it there Exhale – ah, yeah! Partly cloudy wit' a slight chance of rain Gettin' high just to ease the pain And I smoke all night, smoke all day Back to back, sack after sack An O-Z couldn't hold me for a week It'd take a pound of brown just to hold me down I'm a weedhead and you know this You want to smoke one? We can blow this Puffin', passin' – trippin', laugin' High as Cooter Brown doin' the "Doo Doo Brown" [Crunchy Black, (DJ Paul)] Y'all know Mary (Mary Jane) Mary Jane (Mary Jane) I can take her anywhere and she'll be game (She'll be game) She'll do her thing (Do her thing) She'll get that change (Get that change) It's whatever, lil' buddy – see, I'm her mane! (I'm her man) [Hook: Juicy J & DJ Paul] I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i Till I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i Till I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie [Slim Thug] G'yeah – I'mma stay fly 'til I die, gettin' high as the sky Puffin' on loud while I ride in my ride Keep a white cup full of that you-know-what That purple stuff on my side while I drive Back and forth on that I-45 Grippin' grain while I'm tippin' man Candy blue slab drippin' man Got the trunk on bang when I'm changin' lanes Ain't shit changed, money ain't no thang Still claim the same it's that blueboy gang The northside is where the boss rides That's where I hang – hold up, mane I rep for Tex when I'm wreckin' decks Makin' ya'll move ya necks and collectin' checks Memphis, Tenn – throw up ya sets And let them boys know we don't pardon no threats [Project Pat] ({"North, North"} repeated throughout verse) Project is blessed, I couldn't be stressed That's why I'm spittin' these verses I'm free as the wizz-ind, fresh out the pizz-en Mane, these boys is hurtin' Them purses burstin' Never collapses 'cause I stack the cashes Slow like molasses, ain't no crashes 'cause I kept my glasses On top of the gizz-ame, duckin' you lizz-ames, I ain't goin' backwards I clickity-click-blow off of the richt-o, haters ain't no factor My platinum jewelry is my toolery Dog, I'm rappin' rightly I'm fly as ever, man, I'm shinin' Hypnotizin' Minds and [Juicy J] I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i