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