Stay Fly

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Yeah (Do-ba-dah, do-ba-dee, do-ba-dabadee) For the first time, it's going down, history, baby New Three 6 Mafia, featuring 8Ball & MJG, Young Buck It's a Tennessee thing We gotta stay [Chorus: Juicy J] I gotta stay high-igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh 'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie I gotta stay high-igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh 'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie I gotta stay high-igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh 'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie I gotta stay high-igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh (Yeah) 'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie (Juicy) [Verse 1: Juicy J] They call me the Juice, and you know I'ma stunt Riding in the car with some bump in the trunk Tone in my lap and you know it's a pump Breaking down the good green, rolling the blunt Ghetto pimp type, girls say I'm the man Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chain Riding through the hood, got me gripping the grain And I'm sipping the same while I'm changing the lane Eyes real tight, 'cause I'm choking the green Vision messed up, 'cause I'm drinking the lean Messing with a D-boy, riding them big toys Make your main gal wanna get on my team She gotta give it up 'fore she get in my car I ain't Denzel, but I know I'm a star 'Cause when I'm in the club, I be back in the fog (Yeah) In the V.I.P. part and be buying the bar (Yeah) [Verse 2: DJ Paul] DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust You leave your green around me, nigga, yo' green gon' get lit up You leave your drank around me, believe yo' drank gon' get drunk up You leave your girl around me, if she bad, she gonna get stuck These niggas is spies We live them lives and keep them eyes tight Riding 'round what they like Make a couple nuns a couple of dykes So purple, purple, purple, and swallow it down With the yurple, yurple, yurple, it's going down [Chorus: Juicy J] I gotta stay high-igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh 'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie I gotta stay high-igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh 'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie [Verse 3: Young Buck] Puff, puff, pass, nigga, roll that blunt Let's get high, nigga, smoke us one (Yeah!) Paul pulled out the Phantom, niggas can't stand it But them hoes gon' come (Oh!) I just really wanna smoke my weed Fuck these hoes and stack my G's (Yes!) Stop at the light and pause on Three Hit the mall and it be all on me, but (Let's go!) Gotta keep one eye up on the po-po Close the window when I roll the indo (Get high!) Know they mad 'cause I'm rolling Benzo This that purple, not pretendo (Nah) Three 6 Mafia, them my kinfolks So when I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key I just might not bring my own 'Cause them niggas there let me smoke for free [Verse 4: Crunchy Black] What's up, Mary? How you doing? Mary Jane stalking me Since I have met you, girl, you're on my brain (On my brain) You stole my heart (Stole my heart) Right from the start (Right from the start) So I broke you down Look, momma, put you in the 'gar (Put you in the 'gar) [Chorus: Juicy J] I gotta stay high-igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh 'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie I gotta stay high-igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh 'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie (Yeah) [Verse 5: 8Ball] Premro full of that dro Leave the club, full of Rosé Mo Your girlfriend wanna ride with me In a car with a pimp, where she supposed to be You ain't met no dude spit it cold as me The bag of kush, it cost 650 Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller Coughing and choking constantly Taste like fruit when you hit it Gotta have bread to get it Smoke all night, sleep all day That's to me the American way Roll that shit, light that shit Hit that shit, hold that shit Blow that shit out slow Then pass it to me, bro [Verse 6: MJG] MJ finna sprinkle in some of that Super incredible, have a nigga runnin' back Where the nigga with the good sticky number at? Cut open a cigarillo like a lumberjack In the morning, what I need is to Breathe again, a whole lot of weed But I'm needing somebody to give me what I need When I want nothing less than the best of the trees DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8Ball & MJG And Young Buck, we don't give a fuck, we must represent this Tennessee We drink a whole lot of Hennessy, you know a nigga got a lil' hair on his chest Do me like Bill Clinton girl, take it out your mouth, we'll shoot it right there on your dress [Outro: Juicy J] I gotta stay high-igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh