Spice 1 - Trigga Happy lyrics

Dope fiend willy: Heh heh yeah goddamn it sh** heh heh This is dope fiend willy from the last mutha f**in record i want the Ten piece hey i got me some now i don All ain Unless you start knowin sumpim about uzi Verse 1: spice 1 Now this 380 was a b**h who used to ho up on my block She lived on smith-n-wesson with that pimp mr. glock Now glock had many b**hes, he sold p**y by the pound And b**hes jocked his trigga everytime he came around Big baller, big game shooter until he met that crazy mutha f**a mr. Ruger Now ruger was a pimp too, he had his own hoes Mrs hollow tip and neener who wore ho G-string up the a** with the big fat cli*oris Drinkin that colt 45 cuz she I love my neener and my neener loves me mutha f**a Cuz i Chorus in the background: Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy n***a (repeat 4x) Dope fiend willie: Heh heh, well goddamn smith-n-wesson, heh heh heh, i got me a colt 45 Back at the mutha f**in house heh heh, yeah i Think maybe a ol? ten piece hook me up mutha f**a i know you got that sh** Yeah mutha f**in dope fiend willie in the house, don About no n***a heh mutha f**a sh**. Verse 2: spice 1 Mr snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed And mrs mossberg blowin up his (???) And the sh** it don Crooked a** cop officer beretta Put your a** in a sling, check out that skinny a** b**h 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 n***a got a page about Three feety seven Gettin paid for the cot, so now he got a deal with that b**h Glock Chrous in the background: (repeat 3x) Dope fiend willie: Yeah yeah i like that new sh** boy yeah heh heh trigga happy, trigga Happy heh trigga happy n***a yeah i like that sh**. i Over here and talk to these girls over here damn baby what you got on And sh**. Verse 3: spice 1 Now every n***a Cuz glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin cheap wine With his n***a ak drug kingpin gotta find mr technine do his a** in n***as plottin hits plottin schemes but mr technine An og n***a from the hood got his cash on rollin fly brooms smokin Chronic to the f**in dome And mr glock got the word from his people mr technine At the desert eagle So right in front of the club when he checked his beeper Technine blasted his a** with the street sweeper Chorus in the background: (repeat 4x) Dope fiend willie: (smoking) (coughing) goddamn sh** f** yall and your folks got these Days? that old chronic sh** look at that! goddamn boy let me get Another hit of that sh** ( smoking) goddamn (coughing) You ol?trigga happy mutha f**in youth