I'm needin' somebody to give me what I need
DJ Paul and Juicy J, Eightball and MJG
But them hoes gonna come out
MJ finna sprinkle in some of that, super incredible
Three 6 Mafia them my kinfolks, so when I'm in
You leave your girl around me if she bad she gonna get stuck
We drink a whole lot of Hennessy nigga got a lil' hair on his chest
I gotta stay high until I die
Smoke all night, sleep all day that's to me the American way
When I want nothin' less then the best of the trees
Make a couple numb, a couple will die
She gotta give it up before she get in my car
This that purple, not pretend though
You ain't met no dude spit it cold as me
I gotta stay high until I die
Shrimp roll, full of that dro
Since I have met ya girl you ruined my brain, ruined my brain
And I'm sippin' the same, while I'm changin' the lane
Publishers: 50 CENT MUSIC, JOBETE MUSIC CO INC, TEFNOISE PUBLISHING LLC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.
These niggaz is spies, we live them lives
DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust
I gotta stay high until I die
Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt
I gotta stay high until I die
It's a Tennessee thing babe
You leave your drink around me believe your drink gonna get drunk up
Let me smoke for free
Messin' with a D-Boy, ridin' them big toys
I gotta stay high until I die
Yeah, for the first time it's goin' down, history baby
Let's get high nigga smoke a swunt
Gotta keep one eye up on the po-po, close the window
Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the mayne
The yurple, yurple, yurple it's goin' down
Memphis, Tennekee
So purple, p-purple, p-purple and swallow it down with
Coughin' and chockin' constantly
When I roll the indo
'Cause when I'm in the club, I be back in the fog
I gotta stay high until I die
Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit
High
We'll shoot it right down on your dress
Do me like Bill Clinton girl, take it out ya mouth
So I broke you down, let momma put you in the garden
And Young Buck we don't give a fuck we must represent this Tennessee
Eyes real tight 'cause I'm chockin' the green
Hey, call me the Juice and you know I'm a stunt
And keep them knives tight, ridin' round what they like
Ridin' in the car with some bump in the trunk
A whole lotta weed but uh
You stole my heart, right from the start
Just really wanna smoke my weed
Your girlfriend wanna ride with me
You leave your green around me nigga your green gonna get lit up
I just might not bring my own cause them niggaz there
Breakin' down the good green, rollin' the blunt
Hit the mall and it be all on me but
Make your man-gal wanna get on my team
Songwriters: Paul Beauregard, David Darnell Brown, Darnell Carlton, Marlon Goodwin, Jordan Houston, Willie Hutch, Premro Smith
Leave the club full of Rose' Mo
Ridin' through the hood, got me grippin' the grain
New Three 6 Mafia, featuring Eightball and MJG, Young Buck
I gotta stay high until I die
The bag of kush cost 650
Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chain
In a car with a pimp where she supposed to be
Paul pulled out the Phantom, niggaz can't stand it
Taste like soup when you hit it, gotta have bread to get it
Have a nigga runnin' back
Stop at the light and pause on three
Where that nigga with the hood sticky number at?
I ain't Denzel but I know I'm a star
Cuttin' up a cigarillo like a lumber jack
Tone in my lap and you know it's a pump
Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller
Fuck these hoes and stack my G's
Vision messed up 'cause I'm drinkin' to lean
In the V.I.P. part and be buyin' the bar
In the mornin', when I need this and breath again
Blow that shit out slow, then pass it to me bro
What's up Mary? How you doin'?, Mary Jane, stalkin' me
I gotta stay high until I die
Know they mad, 'cause I'm rollin' Benzo