Three 6 Mafia
Stay Fly (Still Fly Remix)
[Intro: Juicy J and DJ Paul]
We gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
'Til I, 'til I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie
Yeah, remix, new Three 6 Mafia (Yeah!)
Dirty South, it's goin' down!!
Trick Daddy! Project Pat! Slim Thug!
We gotta stay...
What?!?

[Hook: Juicy J & DJ Paul]
I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Till I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie

I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Till I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie

[Juicy J]
We still stay fly and are fresh out the mall
Brand new set wit' a tone in my drawers
Playing Willie Hutch and a CD of Paul's
Car smoked out, still breakin' the law
Working the wheel and I'm chirpin' a freak
20 meal piecing off in the seat
Yeah I share, I give her a piece
By the end of the night, she's chewin' my meat
Black, strong, and size 12 inches long
That's why these girls keep callin' my phone
First I was a trapper, then turned rapper
Now these groupies won't leave me alone
Haters got pissed 'cause the Maybach's the whip
And Project Pat came back on the rip
And if you want to know if we bangin' your bitch
She's suckin' my dick and I'm pleadin' the 5th
[DJ Paul]
DJ Paul, it's official, the king of the town
Some clown tried to grab my crown
I hit him, made him put it down
I represent The M
And I do it better than him
Or her, or them, on CD and on film
They hate me because of my cars
They hate me because of my broads
They hate me because I'm a platinum artist
And I'm a movie star
N***a, get yo' weight up
Now wait, don't come to me
Y'all signed to people you don't even know, I own my company – what!

[Hook: Juicy J & DJ Paul]
I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Till I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie

I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Till I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie

[Trick Daddy]
I could smoke up a whole arm of that
Purple Kryp and all that Jamaican shit
Get rid of all the stems and seeds
And get a Dutch and split it and fill it wit' weed
Now inhale, hold it there
Exhale – ah, yeah!
Partly cloudy wit' a slight chance of rain
Gettin' high just to ease the pain
And I smoke all night, smoke all day
Back to back, sack after sack
An O-Z couldn't hold me for a week
It'd take a pound of brown just to hold me down
I'm a weedhead and you know this
You want to smoke one? We can blow this
Puffin', passin' – trippin', laugin'
High as Cooter Brown doin' the "Doo Doo Brown"
[Crunchy Black, (DJ Paul)]
Y'all know Mary (Mary Jane)
Mary Jane (Mary Jane)
I can take her anywhere and she'll be game (She'll be game)
She'll do her thing (Do her thing)
She'll get that change (Get that change)
It's whatever, lil' buddy – see, I'm her mane! (I'm her man)

[Hook: Juicy J & DJ Paul]
I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Till I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie

I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Till I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie

[Slim Thug]
G'yeah – I'mma stay fly 'til I die, gettin' high as the sky
Puffin' on loud while I ride in my ride
Keep a white cup full of that you-know-what
That purple stuff on my side while I drive
Back and forth on that I-45
Grippin' grain while I'm tippin' man
Candy blue slab drippin' man
Got the trunk on bang when I'm changin' lanes
Ain't shit changed, money ain't no thang
Still claim the same it's that blueboy gang
The northside is where the boss rides
That's where I hang – hold up, mane
I rep for Tex when I'm wreckin' decks
Makin' ya'll move ya necks and collectin' checks
Memphis, Tenn – throw up ya sets
And let them boys know we don't pardon no threats
[Project Pat] ({"North, North"} repeated throughout verse)
Project is blessed, I couldn't be stressed
That's why I'm spittin' these verses
I'm free as the wizz-ind, fresh out the pizz-en
Mane, these boys is hurtin'
Them purses burstin'
Never collapses 'cause I stack the cashes
Slow like molasses, ain't no crashes 'cause I kept my glasses
On top of the gizz-ame, duckin' you lizz-ames, I ain't goin' backwards
I clickity-click-blow off of the richt-o, haters ain't no factor
My platinum jewelry is my toolery
Dog, I'm rappin' rightly
I'm fly as ever, man, I'm shinin'
Hypnotizin' Minds and

[Juicy J]
I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i