作词 : Green, Turner **** fiend willy： Heh heh yeah goddamn it that old gangsta **** right there boy goddamn **** heh heh This is **** fiend willy from the last mutha ****in record i want the Ten piece hey i got me some now i don give a **** but uh huh yeah you All ain gonna know nothin bout this o.g. **** Unless you start knowin sumpim about uzi and **** so uh? Verse 1: spice 1 Now this 380 was a ***** who used to ho up on my block She lived on smith-n-wesson with that pimp mr. glock Now glock had many *****es, he sold ***** by the pound And *****es jocked his trigga everytime he came around Big baller, big game shooter until he met that crazy mutha ****a mr. Ruger Now ruger was a pimp too, he had his own hoes Mrs hollow tip and neener who wore hosh clothes G-string up the ass with the big fat ******** Drinkin that colt 45 cuz she a gangsta ***** I love my neener and my neener loves me mutha ****a think i crazy Cuz i trigga happy Chorus in the background: Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy ***** (repeat 4x) **** fiend willie: Heh heh, well goddamn smith-n-wesson, heh heh heh, i got me a colt 45 Back at the mutha ****in house heh heh, yeah i ready to do somethin?with one of these little oloung mutha ****a heh heh yeah, but i Think maybe a ol? ten piece hook me up mutha ****a i know you got that **** Yeah mutha ****in **** fiend willie in the house, don give a **** About no ***** heh mutha ****a ****. Verse 2: spice 1 Mr snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed And mrs mossberg blowin up his (???) And the **** it don 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 ***** 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 ***** got a page about Three feety seven Gettin paid for the cot, so now he got a deal with that ***** pimp mr Glock Chrous in the background: (repeat 3x) **** fiend willie: Yeah yeah i like that new **** boy yeah heh heh trigga happy, trigga Happy heh trigga happy ***** yeah i like that ****. i bout to go Over here and talk to these girls over here damn baby what you got on And ****. Verse 3: spice 1 Now every ***** wavin peace to the nine Cuz glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin cheap wine With his ***** ak drug kingpin gotta find mr technine do his ass in ****** plottin hits plottin schemes but mr technine got an ar-15 An og ***** from the hood got his cash on rollin fly brooms smokin Chronic to the ****in dome And mr glock got the word from his people mr technine 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 in the background: (repeat 4x) **** fiend willie: (smoking) (coughing) goddamn **** **** yall and your folks got these Days? that old chronic **** look at that! goddamn boy let me get Another hit of that **** ( smoking) goddamn (coughing) You ol?trigga happy mutha ****in youth
作词 : Green, Turner **** fiend willy： Heh heh yeah goddamn it that old gangsta **** right there boy goddamn **** heh heh This is **** fiend willy from the last mutha ****in record i want the Ten piece hey i got me some now i don give a **** but uh huh yeah you All ain gonna know nothin bout this o.g. **** Unless you start knowin sumpim about uzi and **** so uh? Verse 1: spice 1 Now this 380 was a ***** who used to ho up on my block She lived on smith-n-wesson with that pimp mr. glock Now glock had many *****es, he sold ***** by the pound And *****es jocked his trigga everytime he came around Big baller, big game shooter until he met that crazy mutha ****a mr. Ruger Now ruger was a pimp too, he had his own hoes Mrs hollow tip and neener who wore hosh clothes G-string up the ass with the big fat ******** Drinkin that colt 45 cuz she a gangsta ***** I love my neener and my neener loves me mutha ****a think i crazy Cuz i trigga happy Chorus in the background: Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy ***** (repeat 4x) **** fiend willie: Heh heh, well goddamn smith-n-wesson, heh heh heh, i got me a colt 45 Back at the mutha ****in house heh heh, yeah i ready to do somethin?with one of these little oloung mutha ****a heh heh yeah, but i Think maybe a ol? ten piece hook me up mutha ****a i know you got that **** Yeah mutha ****in **** fiend willie in the house, don give a **** About no ***** heh mutha ****a ****. Verse 2: spice 1 Mr snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed And mrs mossberg blowin up his (???) And the **** it don 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 ***** 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 ***** got a page about Three feety seven Gettin paid for the cot, so now he got a deal with that ***** pimp mr Glock Chrous in the background: (repeat 3x) **** fiend willie: Yeah yeah i like that new **** boy yeah heh heh trigga happy, trigga Happy heh trigga happy ***** yeah i like that ****. i bout to go Over here and talk to these girls over here damn baby what you got on And ****. Verse 3: spice 1 Now every ***** wavin peace to the nine Cuz glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin cheap wine With his ***** ak drug kingpin gotta find mr technine do his ass in ****** plottin hits plottin schemes but mr technine got an ar-15 An og ***** from the hood got his cash on rollin fly brooms smokin Chronic to the ****in dome And mr glock got the word from his people mr technine 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 in the background: (repeat 4x) **** fiend willie: (smoking) (coughing) goddamn **** **** yall and your folks got these Days? that old chronic **** look at that! goddamn boy let me get Another hit of that **** ( smoking) goddamn (coughing) You ol?trigga happy mutha ****in youth
