Dope Fiend Willy:
Heh Heh Yeah goddamn it's that old gangsta sh** right there boy goddamn
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't give a f** but uh huh yeah you
All ain't gonna know nothin bout this O.G. sh**
Unless you start knowin sumpim about Uzi's and sh** So uh?
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'ish clothes
G-string up the a** with the big fat cli*oris
Drinkin that Colt 45 cuz she's a gangsta b**h
I love my neener and my neener loves me mutha f**a's think I'm crazy
Cuz I'm trigga happy
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'm ready to do somethin'
With one of these little ol'young mutha f**a's heh heh yeah, but 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't give a f**
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'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**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 ho
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's pimp mr
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'm bout to go
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's wavin peace to the nine
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's got an AR-15
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'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
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