8ball - Stay Fly lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Yeeeeah!! For the first time it's going down, history baby New Three 6 Mafia, featuring Eightball and MJG, Young Buck It's a Tennessee thing [Hook: Juicy J] I gotta stay high, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh Till I die, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie I gotta stay high, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh Till I die, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie I gotta stay high, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh Till I die, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie I gotta stay high, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh Till I die, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie [Verse 1: Juicy J] They call me the Juice and you know I'mma 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 before 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 In the V.I.P. part and be buying the bar [Verse 2: DJ Paul] DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust You leave your green around me, n***a your green gonna get lit up You leave your drank around me, believe your drank gonna get drunk up You leave your girl around me, if she bad she gonna get stuck These n***as 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 [Hook: Juicy J] I gotta stay high, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh Till I die, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie I gotta stay high, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh Till I die, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie [Verse 3: Young Buck] Puff, puff pa**, n***a roll that blunt Let's get high n***a smoke us one Paul pulled out the Phantom, n***as can't stand it But them hoes gonna come out Just really wanna smoke my weed f** these hoes and stack my g's Stop at the light and pause on Three Hit the mall and it be all on me but Gotta keep one eye up on the po-po, close the window When I roll the indo Know they mad cause I'm rolling Benzo This that purple, not pretendo Three 6 Mafia, them my kinfolks So when I'm in Memphis, Tennekee I just might not bring my own cause them n***as 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 ruled my brain You stole my heart, right from the start So I broke you down, let momma put you in the garden [Hook: Juicy J] I gotta stay high, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh Till I die, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie I gotta stay high, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh Till I die, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie [Verse 5: 8Ball] Primro, full of that dro Leave the club full of Rose' 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 cost 650 Have a n***a who smoke Reggie Miller Coughing and chocking constantly Taste like fruit when you hit it Gotta have bread to get it Smoke all night, sleep all day That's the epitome of the American way Roll that sh**, light that sh**, hit that sh**, hold that sh** Blow that sh** out slow, then pa** it to me bro [Verse 6: MJG] MJ finna sprinkle in some of that Super incredible, have a n***a running back Where that n***a with the hood sticky number at Cutting up a cigarillo like a lumber jack In the morning, when I need this and breath again a whole lotta weed but I'm needing somebody to give me what I need When I want nothing less then the best of the trees DJ Paul and Juicy J, Eightball and MJG And Young Buck we don't give a f**, we must represent this Tennessee We drink a whole lot of Hennessy n***a got a lil hair on his chest Do me like Bill Clinton girl, take it out your mouth We'll shoot it right down on your dress [Outro: Juicy J] I gotta stay high, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh