Trigga Happy

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 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. shit Unless you start knowin' somethin' about Uzi's and shit So uh? Now this 380 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 pus*y by the pound And bitches 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*s with the big fat clitoris Drinkin that Colt 45 cuz she's a gangsta bitch 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, 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 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 shit Yeah muthaf**kin Dope Fiend Willie in the house Don't give a f**k about no nigga, heh muthaf**ka shit Mr. Snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed And Mrs. Mossberg blowin up his [unverified] And the shit, it don't be gettin' no better You gotta watch for that crooked a*s cop Officer Beretta Put your a*s in a sling, check out that skinny a*s bitch 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 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 Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga 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 Cuz glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin' cheap wine With his nigga AK drug kingpin gotta find Mr. Technine do his a*s in Niggas plottin' hits plottin' schemes but Mr. Technine's got an AR-15 An O.G. nigga 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*s with the street sweeper 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 Goddamn shit f**k 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 goddamn You ol' trigga happy muthaf**kin' youth