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Video Karaoke Liedje Stay Fly - Three 6 Mafia & Young Buck & 8Ball & MJG

Deze opname is een cover van Stay Fly beroemd gemaakt door Three 6 Mafia

Inbegrepen indelingen:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Het bestandsformaat CDG (ook wel genoemd CD+G or MP3+G) is geschikt voor de meeste karaokemachines. Het bevat een MP3-bestand plus de gesynchroniseerde tekst (Karaoke Versie verkoopt geen cd's, maar uitsluitend de digitale bestanden).

Het is mogelijk om zomaar MP4 bestanden op MAC OS X en Windows7 bij default af te spelen.
Als u Windows XP of Vista gebruikt, moet u gebruik maken van Windows Media Player 12.

Dit bestandsformaat is geschikt voor KaraFun Windows Player, gratis karaokesoftware. Daarmee kune je de achtergrondzang of de hoofdzang aan of uit zetten of de toonhoogte of het tempo bepalen.

Je aankoop maakt het mogelijk de video in alle formaten te downloaden zo vaak je wilt.

Over

Met achtergrondkoor (met of zonder achtergrondzang in de KFN-versie)

Tempo: variabel (rond 133 BPM)

Op dezelfde toonhoogte als het origineel: E♭m

De song begint a capella

Tijdsduur: 04:00 - Preview aan: 01:43

EXPLICIETE TEKSTEN

Release datum: 2005
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, Engels
Originele schrijver: Juicy J, Willie Hutch, Premro Vonzellaire Smith, DJ Paul, David Brown, Marlon J Goodwin, Darnell Carlton

Alle beschikbare bestanden voor download zijn backing tracks, het is niet de originele muziek.

Lyrics Stay Fly

Yeah
For the first time it's going down history baby
New Three Six Mafia
Featuring Eight-Ball and MJG
Young Buck
It's a Tennessee thing
We gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
'Till I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
'Till I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
'Till I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
'Till I die-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 got me gripping the grain
And I'm sipping the same while I'm changing the lane
Eyes real tight 'cos I'm choking the green
Vision messed up 'cos
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
'Cos when I'm in the club
I be back in the fog
In the V.I.P. part and be 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 gonna get stuck
These niggas is spies
We live them lives and
Keep them eyes tight
Riding 'round what they like
Make a couple of nuns a couple of dykes
So purple, purple, purple and swallow it down
With the yurple, yurple, yurple it's going down
Fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
'Till I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
'Till 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 G's
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 'cos
I'm rolling Benzo
This that purple not pretendo
Three Six Mafia them my kinfolks
So when I'm in
Memphis Tennekee
I just might not bring my own
'Cos them niggas there let me smoke for free
Mary Jane
Since I have met you girl you ruled my brain
You stole my heart right from the start
So I broke you down let momma put you in the 'gar
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
'Till I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
'Till 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 cost six-fifty
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 to me 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
DJ Paul and Juicy J
Eight-Ball 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 little hair on his chest
Do me like Bill Clinton girl take it out your mouth
We'll shoot it right down on your dress
Fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y

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