i gotta stay flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

wwwwwwwwwoooooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

DJ Paul and Juicy J tell you what it means to be "Doe Boy Fresh." Send in your pictures freshest pictures to three6mafiadoeboyfresh@gmail.com to get featured on their MySpace page. CLICK HERE TO CHECK OUT THE VIDEO ON MYSPACE

W007

-myspace.com/alpha_Killer_II-

yeah yeah

-Jp Zombie-

I Don't Gotta Stay Fly ,I Am FLY

[Chorus:]
[a sample in background from the Willie Hutch’s song “Tell Me Why Has Our Love Turned Cold”]
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I

[Verse 1 - Juicy J]
Call me the juice and you know Imma stunt
Ride in the car with some bump in the trunk
Tone in my lap and you know it’s the pump
Breaking down the good weed rolling the blunt
Ghetto pimp tight girls say I’m the man
Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chains
Riding through the hood got me gripping the grain
And I’m sipping the same while I’m changing the lanes
Eyes real tight cause I’m choking the creep
Vision messed up cause I’m drinking the lean
Messing with D boys 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 Imma star
Cause when I’m in the club I be back in the far in the VIP part everybody in the bar

[Verse 2 - DJ Paul]
DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust
You leave your green around me
Nigga your green gonna get lit up
You leave your drink around me
Believe your drink gonna get drunk up
You leave your girl around me
And she bet she gonna get stuffed
These niggas is spies we living it live keep them nice tires
Riding around what they like
Make a couple of nuns a couple of dimes
It’s purple purp purple purp purple and swallow it down
with the yurple yip yurple yip yurples
It’s going down!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Young Buck]
Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt
Let’s get high nigga smoke us one
Car pull out the phantom
Niggas can’t stand it but them hoes gon’ come out
Just really wanna smoke my weed
Fuck these hoes and Stack My G’s
Stop at the light and pause on 3
Hit the mall and it be all on me
But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po
Close the window when I roll the indo
Know they mad cause I roll the benzo
It’s that purple not pretendo
Three 6 Mafia and they my kin folks
So when I’m in Memphis, Ten-a-key
I just might not bring my own
Cause them niggas still let me smoke for free

[Verse 4 - Crunchy Black]
What’s up Mary! How you doing?
Mary Jane stanky nigga
Since I have met you girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain)
You stole my heart (You stole my heart)
Right from the start (Right from the start)
So I broke you down lil mama put you in a gar (in a gar)

[Chorus]

[Verse 5 - 8Ball]
Front row full of that dro
Leave the club full of rolls 8 mo
Yo girlfriend wanna ride with me
In the car wit a pimp where she supposed ta be
You ain’t met no dudes spitting cold as me
With a bag of kush that cost six-fifty
Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller
Coughing and choking constantly
Tastes like fruit when you hit it
Gotta have bread to get it
Smoke all night, sleep all day
That 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 gonna sprinkle in some of that super incredible
Have a nigga running back
Where the nigga really good sticky number at
Cutting through the cigarillo like a lumberjack
In the morning what I need is to breath again a whole lot of weed
But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less than the best of the trees
DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young Buck we don’t give a fuck
We must represent this Tennessee
We drink a whole lot of Hennessey
Nigga got a little hair on his chest
And we be like Bill Clinton girl take it out ya mouth
We’ll shoot it down right on yo chest

[Fade Out…]
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I!!

yall are retarted.....this is a willie hutch sample....so unless willie hutch said all that your my god lucifer stuff than nothing in this song says anything about worshipping the devil

Wow yall is still off that devil bulshit she says " Your my god , your my king , your my father" . yall need to get yo shit straight before you start callin three six mafia devil worshippers.

so wat big deal dis song still is dat heat doe dont front