| Yeah! |
| For the first time, it's going down, history baby
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| New Three 6 Mafia, featuring 8Ball & MJG, Young Buck
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| It's a Tennessee thing
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| I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
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| 'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie
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| I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
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| 'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie
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| I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
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| 'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie
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| I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
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| 'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie
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| They call me the Juice and you know I'ma stunt
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| Riding in the car with some bump in the trunk
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| Tone in my lap and you know it's a pump
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| Breaking down the good green, rolling the blunt
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| Ghetto pimp type, girls say I'm the mayne
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| Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chain
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| Riding through the hood, got me gripping the grain
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| And I'm sipping the same while I'm changing the lane
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| Eyes real tight cause I'm choking the green
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| Vision messed up cause I'm drinking the lean
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| Messing with a D-boy, riding them big toys
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| Make your main gal wanna get on my team
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| She gotta give it up before she get in my car
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| I ain't Denzel but I know I'm a star
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| Cause when I'm in the club, I be back in the fog
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| In the V.I.P. |
| part and be buying the bar
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| DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust
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| You leave your green around me, n***a your green gon' get lit up
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| You leave your drank around me
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| Believe your drank gon' get drunk up
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| You leave your girl around me, if she bad, she gon' get stuck
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| These n****s is spies
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| We live them lives and keep them eyes tight
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| Riding 'round what they like
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| Make a couple nuns a couple of dykes
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| So purple, purple, purple, and swallow it down
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| With the yurple, yurple, yurple, it's going down
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| I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
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| 'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie
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| I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
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| 'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie
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| Puff, puff, pass, n***a roll that blunt
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| Let's get high, n***a, smoke us one
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| Paul pulled out the Phantom, n****s can't stand it
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| But them h*es gon' come out
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| Just really wanna smoke my w*ed
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| F*ck these h*es and stack my Gs
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| Stop at the light and pause on Three
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| Hit the mall and it be all on me, but
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| Gotta keep one eye up on the po-po
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| Close the window when I roll the indo
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| Know they mad cause I'm rolling Benzo
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| This that purple, not pretendo
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| Three 6 Mafia, them my kinfolks
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| So when I'm in Memphis, Tennekee
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| I just might not bring my own
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| Cause them n****s there let me smoke for free
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| What's up Mary? |
| How you doing? |
| Mary Jane stalking me
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| Since I have met you, girl, you ruled my brain
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| You stole my heart, right from the start
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| So I broke you down, let momma put you in the 'gar
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| I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
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| 'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie
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| I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
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| 'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie
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| Premro full of that dro
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| Leave the club full of Rose' Mo
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| Your girlfriend wanna ride with me
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| In a car with a pimp, where she supposed to be
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| You ain't met no dude spit it cold as me
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| The bag of kush cost 650
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| Have a n***a who smoke Reggie Miller
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| Coughing and choking constantly
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| Taste like fruit when you hit it
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| Gotta have bread to get it
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| Smoke all night, sleep all day
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| That's the epitome of the American way
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| Roll that sh*t, light that sh*t, hit that sh*t, hold that sh*t
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| Blow that sh*t out slow, then pass it to me bro
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| MJ finna sprinkle in some of that
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| Super incredible, have a n***a running back
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| Where that n***a with the hood sticky number at?
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| Cutting up a cigarillo like a lumber jack
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| In the morning, when I need this
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| And breath again a whole lot of w*ed
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| But I'm needing somebody to give me what I need
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| When I want nothing less then the best of the trees
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| DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8Ball and MJG
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| And Young Buck, we don't give a f*ck
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| We must represent this Tennessee
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| We drink a whole lot of Hennessy
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| N***a got a lil' hair on his chest
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| Do me like Bill Clinton girl, take it out your mouth
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| We'll shoot it right down on your dress
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| Fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |