Trigga Happy by Saafir & Spiceالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone
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
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
My favourite lyrics
