Trigga Happy

Dope Fiend w*lly:

Heh Heh Yeah godd*mn it that old gangsta s**t right there boy godd*mn
s**t heh heh
this is Dope Fiend w*lly from the last muth* fkin record I want the
ten piece hey I got me some now I don give a fk but uh huh yeah you
all ain gonna know nothin bout this O.G. s**t
unless you start knowin sumpim about Uzi and s**t So uh?

Verse 1: Spice 1

Now this 380 was a b*tch who used to ho up on my block
she lived on smith-n-wesson with that pimp Mr. Glock
now glock had many girls, he sold p*ssy by the pound
and girls jocked his trigga everytime he came around
Big baller, big game shooter until he met that crazy muth* fka Mr.
Ruger
Now ruger was a pimp too, He had his own hoes
Mrs Hollow Tip and Neener who wore hosh clothes
G-string up the as* with the big fat
drinkin that Colt 45 cuz she a gangsta b*tch
I love my neener and my neener loves me muth* fka think I crazy
cuz I trigga happy

Chorus in the background:

Trigga happy, Trigga happy, Trigga happy nigg*
(repeat 4X)

Dope Fiend Willie:

heh heh, well godd*mn smith-n-wesson, heh heh heh, I got me a colt 45
back at the muth* fkin house heh heh, yeah I ready to do somethin?with one of these little oloung muth* fka heh heh yeah, but I
think maybe a ol? ten piece hook me up muth* fka I know you got that
s**t
yeah muth* fkin Dope Fiend Willie in the house, don give a fk
about no nigg* heh muth* fka s**t.

Verse 2: Spice 1

Mr Snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed
And Mrs Mossberg blowin up his (???)
And the s**t it don be gettin no better, you gotta watch for that
crooked as* cop Officer Beretta
Put your as* in a sling, check out that skinny as* b*tch deuce deuce
thinking she miss thing
and Mr tech nine lookin for some convo and he jammed and stuttered when
he could had a hoe
But he still knockin boots from hell to heaven nigg* got a page about
three feety seven
gettin paid for the cot, so now he got a deal with that b*tch pimp mr
glock

Chrous in the background:
(Repeat 3X)

Dope Fiend Willie:

yeah yeah I like that new s**t boy yeah heh heh trigga happy, trigga
happy HEH trigga happy nigg* Yeah I like that s**t. I bout to go
over here and talk to these girls over here d*mn baby what you got on
and s**t.

Verse 3: Spice 1

Now every nigg* wavin peace to the nine
cuz glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin cheap wine
with his nigg* AK drug kingpin gotta find Mr Technine do his as* in
plottin hits plottin schemes but Mr Technine got an AR-15
An OG nigg* from the hood got his cash on rollin fly brooms smokin
chronic to the fkin dome
and Mr Glock got the word from his people Mr Technine havin a party
at the Desert Eagle
So right in front of the club when he checked his beeper
Technine blasted his as* with the street sweeper

Chorus in the background:
(repeat 4X)

Dope Fiend Willie:

(Smoking) (coughing) godd*mn s**t fk yall and your folks got these
days? That old chronic s**t look at that! Godd*mn boy let me get
another hit of that s**t ( smoking) godd*mn (coughing)
You ol?trigga happy muth* fkin youth