
Data di rilascio: 26.09.2005
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Stay Fly(originale) |
Yeah! |
For the 1st time it’s going down, history baby |
New Three 6 Mafia, featuring Eightball and MJG, Young Buck |
It’s a Tennessee thing |
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
Till I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
Till I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
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 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 & be buying the bar |
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 drank around me, believe your drank gonna 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 & swallow it down with |
The yurple, yurple, yurple, it’s going down |
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
Till I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
Puff, puff pass, nigga roll that blunt |
Let’s get high nigga smoke us one |
Paul pulled out the Phantom, niggas can’t stand it |
But them hoes gonna come out |
Just really wanna smoke my weed |
Fuck 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 niggas there let me smoke for free |
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 'gar |
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
Till I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
Premro, 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 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 the epitome of 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 |
MJ finna sprinkle in some of that |
Super incredible, have a nigga running back |
Where that nigga 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 lot of 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 |
8Ball and MJG |
And Young Buck, we don’t give a fuck, we must represent this Tennessee |
We drink a whole lot of Hennessy |
Nigga 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 |
Fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
(traduzione) |
Sì! |
Per la prima volta sta andando giù, la storia piccola |
New Three 6 Mafia, con Eightball e MJG, Young Buck |
È una cosa del Tennessee |
Devo restare al volo aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa). |
Finché non muoio-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
Devo restare al volo aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa). |
Finché non muoio-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
Devo restare al volo aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa). |
Finché non muoio-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
Devo restare al volo aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa). |
Finché non muoio-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
Mi chiamano il succo e sai che sono un'acrobazia |
Guidare in macchina con qualche urto nel bagagliaio |
Suona in mio grembo e sai che è una pompa |
Abbattere il green buono, rotolare il blunt |
Tipo magnaccia del ghetto, le ragazze dicono che sono l'uomo |
Ghiaccio al polso con il ghiaccio nella catena |
Cavalcare attraverso il cofano, mi ha fatto afferrare il grano |
E sto sorseggiando lo stesso, mentre cambio corsia |
Occhi molto stretti perché sto soffocando il verde |
La vista è incasinata, perché sto bevendo il magro |
Giocare con un D-Boy, cavalcare quei grandi giocattoli |
Fai in modo che la tua ragazza principale voglia entrare nella mia squadra |
Deve arrendersi prima di salire nella mia macchina |
Non sono Denzel, ma so di essere una star |
Perché quando sono nel club, torno nella nebbia |
Nel V.I.P. |
parte e compri il bar |
DJ Paul è un cane di cui non ti fidi |
Lasci il tuo verde intorno a me, negro, il tuo verde si illuminerà |
Lasci il tuo drink intorno a me, credi che il tuo drink si ubriacherà |
Lasci la tua ragazza intorno a me, se è cattiva si bloccherà |
Questi negri sono spie, li viviamo vite e li teniamo stretti gli occhi |
Cavalcando ciò che gli piace |
Crea un paio di suore, un paio di dighe |
Quindi viola, viola, viola e ingoialo con |
Lo yurple, yurple, yurple, sta scendendo |
Devo restare al volo aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa). |
Finché non muoio-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
Devo restare al volo aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa). |
Finché non muoio-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
Puff, puff pass, nigga roll che smussato |
Diamoci dentro, negro, fumaci uno |
Paul ha tirato fuori il Fantasma, i negri non lo sopportano |
Ma quelle zappe usciranno |
Voglio solo fumare la mia erba |
Fanculo queste zappe e impila i miei g |
Fermati al semaforo e fai una pausa su Tre |
Vai al centro commerciale ed è tutto su di me, ma |
Devi tenere d'occhio il po-po |
Chiudi la finestra, quando arrotolo l'indo |
So che sono pazzi perché sto girando Benzo |
Questo è quel viola, non finto |
Tre 6 mafie, loro i miei parenti |
Quindi quando sono a Memphis, Tennekee |
Potrei non portare il mio perché quei negri lì mi lasciano fumare gratis |
Che succede Mary, come stai |
Mary Jane, mi sta perseguitando |
Da quando ti ho incontrato, ragazza, hai governato il mio cervello |
Mi hai rubato il cuore, fin dall'inizio |
Quindi ti ho abbattuto, lascia che la mamma ti metta nel 'gar |
Devo restare al volo aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa). |
Finché non muoio-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
Devo restare al volo aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa). |
Finché non muoio-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
Premro, pieno di quel dro |
Lascia il club pieno di Rose' Mo |
La tua ragazza vuole cavalcare con me |
In un'auto con un magnaccia, dove dovrebbe essere |
Non hai incontrato nessun amico sputato freddo come me |
La borsa di kush costa 650 |
Avere un negro che fuma Reggie Miller |
Tosse e soffocamento costantemente |
Sa di frutta quando lo colpisci |
Devo avere del pane per averlo |
Fuma tutta la notte, dormi tutto il giorno |
Questo è l'epitome del modo americano |
Rotola quella merda, accendi quella merda, colpisci quella merda, tieni quella merda |
Soffia quella merda lentamente, poi passala a me fratello |
MJ finna cosparge un po' di quello |
Super incredibile, fai correre indietro un negro |
Dove quel negro con il numero appiccicoso del cappuccio |
Tagliare un sigaretto come un boscaiolo |
Al mattino, quando ne ho bisogno e respiro di nuovo un sacco di erba, ma |
Ho bisogno di qualcuno che mi dia ciò di cui ho bisogno |
Quando non voglio niente di meno del meglio degli alberi |
DJ Paul e Juicy J |
8Ball e MJG |
E Young Buck, non ce ne frega un cazzo, dobbiamo rappresentare questo Tennessee |
Beviamo un sacco di Hennessy |
Nigga ha un pelo sul petto |
Fammi come Bill Clinton ragazza, tiralo fuori di bocca |
Lo gireremo direttamente sul tuo vestito |
Fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
Tag delle canzoni: #Stay Fly
Nome | Anno |
---|---|
Throw Your Hands Up ft. OutKast, 8Ball, MJG | 1999 |
Stay Fly ft. 8Ball & MJG, Three 6 Mafia | 2017 |
Hate It Or Love It ft. The Game, Tony Yayo, Young Buck | 2003 |
White Meat ft. 8 Ball, MJG | 2004 |
Demons ft. Three 6 Mafia | 2009 |
My Oh My ft. Eightball | 1996 |
Act A Fool ft. Three 6 Mafia | 2006 |
Say It To My Face ft. 8Ball, MJG, Bun B | 2005 |
P.I.M.P. ft. 50 Cent, Snoop Dogg, Lloyd Banks | 2017 |
Roll with Me ft. MJG, Eightball, Faith Evans | 2005 |
Party Ain't Over ft. Young Buck | 2007 |
On Point ft. Big Pun, Eightball | 1998 |
You're Everything ft. Rick Ross, David Banner, 8Ball | 2018 |
Diamonds ft. MJG, Bun B. | 2002 |
Who Run It ft. La Chat | 2000 |
Iceman ft. Young Buck, Scarface, 8Ball | 2005 |
Ballin' Gs ft. MJG | 2000 |
Throw It Up ft. Lil Jon, Pastor Troy | 2017 |
Jealous Azz B*tc^h | 2000 |
Sleep ft. Young Buck, Chamillionaire | 2005 |
Testi dell'artista: Three 6 Mafia
Testi dell'artista: Young Buck
Testi dell'artista: Eightball
Testi dell'artista: MJG