文本歌词

Trigga Happy - Spice 1
Heh heh
Yeah, goddamn it's that old gangsta sh*t right there boy
Goddamn sh*t, heh heh
This is D**e Fiend Willy from the last muthaf**kin' record
I want the ten piece, hey I got me some
Now I don't give a f**k but uh huh, yeah you all
Ain't gonna know nothin 'bout this O.G. sh*t
Unless you start knowin' somethin' about Uzi's and sh*t
So uh?
Now this 380 was a b**ch who used to ho' up on my block
She lived on Smith-N-Wesson with that pimp, Mr. Glock
Now Glock had many b**ches, he sold p**sy by the pound
And b**ches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game shooter
Until he met that crazy muthaf**ka, Mr. Ruger
Now Ruger was a pimp too, he had his own hoes
Mrs. Hollow Tip and Neener who wore ho'ish clothes
G-string up the a** with the big fat clitoris
Drinkin that Colt 45 cuz she's a gangsta b**ch
I love my neener and my neener loves me
Muthaf**ka's think I'm crazy cuz I'm trigga happy
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, ni**a
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, ni**a
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, ni**a
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, ni**a
Heh heh, well goddamn Smith-N-Wesson
Heh heh heh, I got me a colt 45 back at the muthaf**kin' house
Heh heh, yeah, I'm ready to do somethin'
With one of these little ol' young muthaf**ka's
Heh heh yeah, but I think maybe a ol' ten piece
Hook me up, muthaf**ka, I know you got that sh*t
Yeah muthaf**kin D**e Fiend Willie in the house
Don't give a f**k about no ni**a, heh muthaf**ka sh*t
Mr. Snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed
And Mrs. Mossberg blowin up his
And the sh*t, it don't be gettin' no better
You gotta watch for that crooked a** cop Officer Beretta
Put your a** in a sling, check out that skinny a** b**ch deuce deuce
Thinking she miss thing and Mr. Technine lookin' for some convo
And he jammed and stuttered when he could had a hoe
But he still knockin' boots from hell to heaven
Ni**a got a page about three feety seven gettin' paid for the cot
So now he got a deal with that b**ch's pimp Mr. Glock
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, ni**a
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, ni**a
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, ni**a
Yeah yeah I like that new sh*t boy
Yeah heh heh trigga happy, trigga happy heh trigga happy, ni**a
Yeah I like that sh*t, I'm 'bout to go over here
And talk to these girls over here damn, baby what you got on and sh*t?
Now every ni**a's wavin' peace to the nine
Cuz glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin' cheap wine
With his ni**a AK drug kingpin gotta find Mr. Technine do his a** in
Niggas plottin' hits plottin' schemes but Mr. Technine's got an AR-15
An O.G. ni**a from the hood got his cash on rollin' fly brooms
Smokin' chronic to the f**kin' dome
And Mr. Glock got the word from his people
Mr. Technine's havin a party at The Desert Eagle
So right in front of the club when he checked his beeper
Technine blasted his a** with the street sweeper
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, ni**a
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, ni**a
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, ni**a
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, ni**a
Goddamn sh*t f**k y'all and your folks got these days
That old chronic sh*t look at that!
Goddamn boy, let me get another hit of that sh*t goddamn
You ol' trigga happy muthaf**kin' youth