Yeah
(Do-ba-dah, do-ba-dee, do-ba-dabadee)
For the first time, it's goin' down, history, baby
New Three 6 Mafia featuring 8Ball and MJG, Young Buck
It's a Tennessee thing
We gotta stay–

I gotta stay high till I die
I gotta stay high till I die
I gotta stay high till I die (yeah)
I gotta stay high till I die (yeah)

They call me the Juice, and you know I'm a-stunt
Ridin' in the car, with some bump in the trunk
Tone in my lap, and you know it's a pump
Breakin' down the good green, rollin' the blunt
Ghetto pimp-type, girls say I'm the man
Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chain
Ridin' through the hood got me grippin' the grain
And I'm sippin' the same, while I'm changin' the lane
Eyes real tight 'cause I'm chokin' the green
Vision messed-up 'cause I'm drinkin' the lean
Messin' with a D-boy, ridin' them big toys
Make your main gal wanna get on my team
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 fog (yeah)
In the VIP part, and be buyin' the bar (yeah)

DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust
You leave your green around me?
Nigga, yo' green gon' get lit-up
You leave your drank around me?
Believe, yo' 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
Ridin'-'round, what they like?
Make a couple o' nuns a couple o' dykes
So purple-purple-purple and swallow it down
With the yurple-yurple-yurple, it's goin' down

I gotta stay high till I die
I gotta stay high till I die
I gotta stay high till I die (yeah)
I gotta stay high till I die (yeah)

Puff-puff-pass, nigga, roll that blunt
Let's get high, nigga, smoke us one (yeah)
Paul pulled-out the Phantom, niggas can't stand it
But them hoes gon' come (oh)
I just really wanna smoke my weed, fuck these hoes 'n stack my cheese (yes)
Stop at the light and pause on Three
Hit the mall, and it be all on me, but (let's go) –
Gotta keep one eye up on the po'-po'
Close the window when I roll the indo (get high)
I know they mad 'cause I'm rollin' Benzo'
This that purple, not pretendo (nah)
Three 6 Mafia, them my kinfolks
So, when I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key
I just might not bring my own
'Cause them niggas there let me smoke for free

What's up, Mary? How you doin'?
Mary Jane stalkin' me
Since I met you, girl, you're on my brain (on my brain)
You stole my heart (stole my heart)
Right from the start (right from the start)
So, I broke you down
Look, mama, put you in the 'gar (put you in the 'gar)

I gotta stay high till I die
I gotta stay high till I die
I gotta stay high till I die (yeah)
I gotta stay high till I die (yeah)

Premo full o' dat dro'
Leave the club full of Rosé Mo'
Your girlfriend wanna ride with me, in a car wit' a pimp, where she s'posed to be
You ain't met no dude who spit it as cold as me
The bag of kush? It cost 650
Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller
Coughin' and chokin' constantly
Tastes like fruit when you hit it
Gotta have bread to get it
Smoke all night, sleep all day
That should be 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 o' dat super-incredible
Have a nigga runnin' back: Where da nigga with the good sticky number at?
Cut-open a cigarrillo like a lumberjack
In the morning, what I need is to breathe again, a whole lot of weed
But I'm needing somebody to give me what I need
When I want nothing less than 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
You know, a nigga got a lil' hair on his chest
Do me like Bill Clinton, girl
Take it out yo' mouth, we'll shoot it right there on your dress

I gotta stay high till I die
I gotta stay high till I die