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spice 1 – trigga happy lyrics

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heh heh
yeah, godd-mn it? s that old gangsta sh-t right there boy
godd-mn sh-t, heh heh

this is dope fiend w-lly from the last m-th-f-ckin’ record
i want the ten piece, hey i got me some
now i don? t give a f-ck 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-tch who used to ho’ up on my block
she lived on smith-n-wesson with that pimp, mr. glock
now glock had many b-tches, he sold p-ssy by the pound
and b-tches jocked his trigga every time he came around
big baller, big game shooter
until he met that crazy m-th-f-cka, 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 -ss with the big fat cl-toris
drinkin that colt 45 cuz she? s a gangsta b-tch
i love my neener and my neener loves me
m-th-f-cka? s think i? m crazy cuz i? m trigga happy

trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, n-gg-
trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, n-gg-
trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, n-gg-
trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, n-gg-

heh heh, well godd-mn smith-n-wesson
heh heh heh, i got me a colt 45 back at the m-th-f-ckin’ house
heh heh, yeah, i? m ready to do somethin?
with one of these little ol? young m-th-f-cka? s

heh heh yeah, but i think maybe a ol? ten piece
hook me up, m-th-f-cka, i know you got that sh-t
yeah m-th-f-ckin dope fiend willie in the house
don? t give a f-ck about no n-gg-, heh m-th-f-cka sh-t

mr. snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed
and mrs. mossberg blowin up his [unverified]
and the sh-t, it don? t be gettin’ no better
you gotta watch for that crooked -ss cop officer beretta
put your -ss in a sling, check out that skinny -ss b-tch 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 h-ll to heaven
n-gg- got a page about three feety seven gettin’ paid for the cot
so now he got a deal with that b-tch? s pimp mr. glock

trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, n-gg-
trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, n-gg-
trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, n-gg-

yeah yeah i like that new sh-t boy
yeah heh heh trigga happy, trigga happy heh trigga happy, n-gg-
yeah i like that sh-t, i? m ’bout to go over here
and talk to these girls over here d-mn, baby what you got on and sh-t?

now every n-gg-? s wavin’ peace to the nine
cuz glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin’ cheap wine
with his n-gg- ak drug kingpin gotta find mr. technine do his -ss in
n-gg-s plottin’ hits plottin’ schemes but mr. technine? s got an ar-15
an o.g. n-gg- from the hood got his cash on rollin’ fly brooms
smokin’ chronic to the f-ckin’ 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 -ss with the street sweeper

trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, n-gg-
trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, n-gg-
trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, n-gg-
trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, n-gg-

godd-mn sh-t f-ck y’all and your folks got these days
that old chronic sh-t look at that!
godd-mn boy, let me get another hit of that sh-t godd-mn
you ol? trigga happy m-th-f-ckin’ youth

- spice 1 lyrics

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