Trigga Happy Lyrics - Spice 1

Heh Heh 

Yeah goddamn it's that old gangsta shit 

Right there boy goddamn 

Shit heh heh 

This is Dope Fiend Willy from the last mothafuckin' record I want the 

Ten piece hey I got me some now I don't give a fuck but uh huh yeah you 

All ain't gonna know nothin' bout this O.G. shit 

Unless you start knowin' sumpim about Uzi?s and shit So uh? 

Now this three eighty was a bitch who used to ho up on my block 

She lived on smith-n-wesson with that pimp Mr. Glock 

Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound 

And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around 

Big baller, big game shooter until he met that crazy muthafucka 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 ass with the big fat clitoris 

Drinkin that Colt 45 'cause she's a gangsta bitch 

I love my neener and my neener loves me muthafucka?s think I'm crazy 

'cause I'm trigga happy 

[Chorus] 

Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy nigga 

Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy nigga 

Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy nigga 

Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy nigga 

Heh heh, well goddamn smith-n-wesson, heh heh heh, 

I got me a colt 45 back at the mothafuckin' house heh heh, 

Yeah I'm ready to do somethin'? 

With one of these little ol'young muthafucka?s heh heh yeah, 

But I think maybe a ol' ten piece hook me up muthafucka 

I know you got that shit 

Yeah mothafuckin' Dope Fiend Willie in the house, 

Don't give a fuck about no nigga heh muthafucka shit. 

Mr Snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed 

And Mrs Mossberg blowin up his ? 

And the shit it don't be gettin' no better, 

You gotta watch for that crooked ass cop Officer Beretta 

Put your ass in a sling, 

Check out that skinny ass bitch 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 

Nigga got a page about three feety seven 

Gettin' paid for the cot, 

So now he got a deal with that bitch's pimp mr glock 

[Chorus: x3] 

Yeah yeah I like that new shit boy 

Yeah heh heh trigga happy, trigga 

Happy HEH trigga happy nigga Yeah I like that shit. 

I'm bout to go over here and talk to these girls over here 

Damn baby what you got on and shit 

Now every nigga's wavin' peace to the nine 

'cause glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin' cheap wine 

With his nigga AK drug kingpin gotta find Mr. Technine do his ass in 

Niggas plottin' hits plottin' schemes but Mr. Technine's got an are-15 

An OG nigga from the hood got his cash on rollin fly brooms smokin 

Chronic to the fuckin' 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 ass with the street sweeper 

[Chorus: x4] 

(Smoking) (coughing) 

Goddamn shit fuck y'all and your folks got these 

Days? That old chronic shit look at that! Goddamn boy let me get 

Another hit of that shit (smoking) goddamn (coughing) 

You ol' trigga happy mothafuckin' youth