[Intro: Dope Fiend Willie]

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 mutha fuckin 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?

[Verse 1: Spice 1]
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 pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga everytime he came around
Big baller, big game shooter
Until he met that crazy mutha fucka Mr. Ruger
Now Ruger was a pimp too, he had his own hoes
Mrs. Hollow Tip and Nina 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 Nina and my Nina loves me motherfuckers think I'm crazy
I'm just trigga happy

[Chorus]
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy n***a
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy n***a
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy n***a
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy n***a
(Heh heh, well goddamn smith-n-wesson, heh heh heh, I got me a colt 45
Back at the mutha fuckin house heh heh, yeah I'm ready to do somethin'
With one of these little ol'young mutha fucka's heh heh yeah, but I
Think maybe a ol' ten piece hook me up mutha fucka I know you got that
Shit
Yeah mutha fuckin Dope Fiend Willie in the house, don't give a fuck
About no n***a heh, motherfucker, shit)
[Verse 2: Spice 1]
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 Duece Duece thinking she Miss Thing
And Mr. Tec-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
Didn't pay for for the cock
So now he got a deal with that bitch's pimp, Mr. Glock

[Chorus]
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy n***a
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy n***a
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy n***a
(Yeah yeah I like that new shit boy yeah heh heh trigga happy, trigga
Happy HEH trigga happy n***a, 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)

[Verse 3: Spice 1]
Now every n***a's wavin peace to the nine
'Cause Glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin cheap wine
With his n***a AK, drug kingpin
Gotta find Mr. Tec-Nine do his ass in
N***as plottin hits, plottin schemes
But Mr Tec-Nine hang with AR-15
An OG n***a 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. Tec-Nine's havin a party at the Desert Eagle
So right in front of the club when he checked his beeper
Tec-Nine blasted his ass with the street sweeper
[Chorus]
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy n***a
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy n***a
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy n***a
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy n***a
(Goddamn shit fuck yall 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 mutha fuckin youth)