Three 6 Mafia "Stay Fly"

"Stay Fly" Chorus

I gotta stay high till I die.

I must remain be-druggèd until I relinquish this mortal coil.

"Stay Fly" Verse I

They call me the juice and you know I’m-a 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 weed, rolling the blunt

They address me as exceptional and you know I will act with pomp and flourish!

I operate my automobile with bass woofers throbbing severely from the trunk.

I have a large firearm resting in my lap and you’re certain it has pump-action capabilities.

I’m preparing marijuana and rolling it into a cigar.

Ghetto-pimp type, 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

I am a man much like an impoverished whoremonger;

Females of my peerage consider me very much in control.

My wrists are adorned with gem-encrusted bracelets

—with diamonds within their very framework!

I am driving through the disadvantaged urban area whilst holding my wood-grain steering wheel

Imbibing pure grain alcohol while changing highway lanes.

Eyes real tight cause I’m choking the creep
Vision messed up ’cause I’m drinking the Lean
Messing with the D-boys, riding them big toys
Make your main gal wanna get on my team

My eyes are closed very tightly

Because I’m gasping for breath due to the slow-acting marijuana earlier rolled.

I cannot see because I’m drinking

A mixture of promethazine, codeine, and Sprite-brand flavored soda water.

I’m hoodwinking authority figures,

Driving on my assortment of vehicles modified with after-market parts!

All of which serves to make your foremost doxy want to associate with me.

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 far

In the VIP part, and we buying the bar

I have but one rule: your lady must intercourse me before entering my automobile.

I am not African-American actor Denzel Hayes Washington, Jr., but my celebrity precedes me.

When I visit the local nightclub, I position myself far away

In the section reserved for very important people, and we’re having every alcoholic beverage available.

"Stay Fly" Verse II

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

DJ Paul (myself) is a cad, one you’d be foolish to trust.

If you leave your marijuana in my vicinity, African-American stranger,

Then I am going to smoke your marijuana without your permission!

If you leave your alcoholic beverage near me,

You would be wise to realize I have no qualms about drinking it as well!

Finally, if you leave your ladyfriend around me, I will certainly roger her!

These niggas despise, we living them lives, we keep them lives tight
Buy and ride what they like
Make a couple of nuns a couple of dykes
It’s purple-purp-purple-purp-purple, and swallow it down
With the yurple-yip-yurple-yip-yurple
It’s going down!

These antagonists despise us—we are living the lives they wished they lived,

And we live those desired lives well.

We purchase and drive around in the cars our antagonists wished they owned.

Our virility is so great that we can turn very nuns into lesbians!

We smoke extremely potent, purple-hued marijuana, and follow that

With cough syrup ingested recreationally.

Something is occurring at this moment!

"Stay Fly" Verse III

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 gonna come out

Puff, puff, then pass that marijuana cigar—compatriot, roll another!

Let’s become intoxicated from all these marijuana cigars—light up yet another!

I drive a very exclusive 1980 Rolls-Royce Phantom VI.

Male onlookers are driven mad with envy, but fancy women come running.

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

My main desires are to continue enjoying my marijuana,

To intercourse bawds, and to enumerate my thousands.

Halt at the stoplight and count for three seconds.

When we go to the marketplace, I shall pay for anything purchased.

But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po
Close the window when I roll the indo
Know they mad ’cause I’m rolling Benzo
It’s that purple, not pretendo

I always have to keep one eye peeled for policemen.

I shut my window when I smoke my crossbred Indonesian indica-and-sativa marijuana.

I know my envious onlookers are angry because I operate a Mercedes-Benz.

My marijuana is potent—not weak!

Three 6 Mafia, they my kinfolk
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

Three-6 Mafia, they are my kith and kin.

When I visit Memphis, Tennessee (purchasing a kilo of narcotics for $10,000),

I might not even bring my own narcotics

Because those friendly fellows share theirs with me!

"Stay Fly" Verse IV

What’s up, Mary? (How you doing?)

Mary Jane (stanky nigga)
Since I have met you, girl, you ruined my brain
You stole my heart, right from the start
So I broke you down, li’l mama, put you in a ’gar

Hello, Mary! How are you?

I’m speaking, of course, of marijuana again,

Colloquially known as “Mary Jane” (odorous African-American).

Since I first met you, girl, you damaged my cognitive functions irreparably.

You also monopolized my affections, right from the start,

So I separated you, small mother, and rolled you into a cigar.