Song Review: Stay Fly Song by Three 6 Mafia
“Stay Fly” is a popular rap song by Three 6 Mafia, a group from Memphis, Tennessee. The track was released in 2005 as the lead single from their album “Most Known Unknown.”
The song features a catchy chorus that is instantly recognizable and a high-energy beat that is typical of the group’s style. The verses are performed by the members of Three 6 Mafia, with each member bringing their unique style and flow to the track.
“Stay Fly” is about the group’s success and their ability to live a lavish lifestyle. The song is filled with references to expensive cars, designer clothing, and beautiful women. However, the group also acknowledges the struggles they faced to achieve their success, making the track more relatable.
“Stay Fly” is a classic track that showcases Three 6 Mafia’s signature sound and style. The catchy chorus and high-energy beat make it a memorable song that continues to be a fan favorite.
Stay Fly Lyrics
Yeah
For the first time, it’s going down, history baby
New Three 6 Mafia, featuring 8Ball & 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
‘Til 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
‘Til 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 mayne
Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chain
Riding through the hood, yeah, I’m 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 (buying the bar)
DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust
You leave your green around me, nigga your green gon’ get lit up
You leave your drank around me
Believe your drank gon’ get drunk up
You leave your girl around me, if she bad, she gon’ 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
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
‘Til 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 gon’ come out
Just really wanna smoke my weed
Fuck these hoes and stack my Gs
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 (ruled my brain)
You stole my heart (stole my heart)
Right from the start (right from the start)
So I broke you down, lil’ 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
‘Til 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, 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 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
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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
Hit me like Bill Clinton girl, take it out your mouth
We’ll shoot it right down on your dress
I gotta stay high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh
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