Still Fly lyrics

by

Dr. Dre


[Intro: Birdman]
What's up, Fresh? It's our turn, baby

[Chorus: Jeremy DePoyster]
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent
But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly (I'm still fly, I'm still fly)

[Verse 1: Mike Hranica]
Get your car, play gems that shine
And tell momma get a mink, baby girl, let's ride
You a number one stunna and we gonna glide
And go straight to the mall and tear down the inside
Prada, Gucci, full-mink leather
Burberry's cool, Coogi sweater
Twenty inches, pop my feather
The Birdman daddy, I fly in any weather
Alligator seats with the head in the inside
Swine on the dash, G-wagon is so fly
Number one, don't tangle and twist it
When it come to these cars, I am that fella
The g-uh-g-uh-Gucci with the matchin' interior
Three-wheel ride with the tire in the middle
It's Fresh and Stunna, and we like brothers
We shine like paint, daddy, it's our summer
[Chorus: Jeremy DePoyster, Mike Hranica & Jeremy DePoyster]
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent
But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly
Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class
But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride
Got everything in my momma's name
But I'm hood rich, la-da-di-da da-da-da-da

[Verse 2: Mike Hranica]
Have you ever seen the crocodile seats in the truck
Turn around and sit it down and let 'em bite your butt?
See the steerin' wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani
With your baby momma, players where you can find me
Cruisin' through the parkin' lot on twenty-fours
Cadillac Escalade with the chromed-out nose
With a navigation arrow headed straight to IHOP
Where your wife really love me 'cause my syrup is so hot
Put the Caddy up, start the 3-wheel Benz (Skrrt)
Hyper white lights, ultraviolet lens
Sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat
TV where the horn go, boy can you top that?
I'ma show you some things, rookie, press that button
The trunk went (Eh-eh) and all of a sudden
Four 15's, didn't see no wires
And then I heard boom from the amplifiers
Oh
[Instrumental Breakdown]

[Verse 3: Mike Hranica]
Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins
Impala loud pipes, bringin' the mayhem
It's the Birdie-Birdie Man, I'll do it again
In a Cadillac truck, twenty-fours with tens
Lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time
Six rad dudes flyin' in at nine
New Suburban truck with the paintjob showin'
Black and white and red and gold
And bodies on the Roadster, Lexus, you know
With that hard-top Bimmer, momma, that's your truck
I'm comin' up, the hood been lovely
Let's open the top and wake up to bubbly
430 Lex with the convertible top
And the rims keeps spinning every time I stop
Got a Superman Benz that I scored from Shaq
With a old school Caddy with a (Diamond in the back)

[Chorus: Jeremy DePoyster, Mike Hranica & Jeremy DePoyster]
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent
But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly
Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class
But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride
Got everything in my momma's name
But I'm hood rich, la-da-di-da da-da-da-da
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