Trigga Happy
Spice 1 Lyrics

Heh Heh
The artist chuckles and begins his song.

Yeah goddamn it's that old gangsta shit
The artist comments on the nature of his song, which is recollecting old gangster stories.

Right there boy goddamn
The artist once again shows appreciation for his music and the old gangster stories that he is recollecting.

Shit heh heh
The artist continues to chuckle.

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?
The artist introduces the character of Dope Fiend Willy, telling the audience that they won't know anything about the old gangster stories unless they familiarize themselves with guns like the Uzi.

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
The artist recounts the story of a woman he knew who was prostituting herself with a pimp named Mr. Glock on Smith & Wesson Street.

Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Mr. Glock was a pimp with a lot of prostitutes, and they were all very interested in his gun and his ability to use it.

Big baller, big game shooter until he met that crazy muthafucka Mr. Ruger Now ruger was a pimp too, He had his own hoes
Mr. Glock was a big time gangster until he met Mr. Ruger, another pimp with his own prostitutes.

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
Mr. Ruger's prostitutes were named Mrs. Hollow Tip and Neener, who dressed in revealing clothing and enjoyed drinking Colt 45. The artist, who is either Mr. Glock or Mr. Ruger, says that people think he's crazy because he loves his gun and uses it often.

[Chorus] 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
The chorus, repeating 'trigga happy,' is referring to someone who is prone to using their gun often and without hesitation.

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.
The artist is excited about the guns he has, including a Colt 45, and he's eager to use them on younger opponents. He references Dope Fiend Willie again and exclaims that he doesn't care about anything except being a gangster.

Mr Snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed And Mrs Mossberg blowin up his ?
Mr. Snubnose is selling drugs out of a bullet shed, and Mrs. Mossberg is responsible for destroying whatever it is he's selling.

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
The artist warns that things won't get better in the dangerous neighborhood and mentions a crooked cop named Officer Beretta. He calls out a certain woman for thinking too highly of herself, and references a man named Mr. Tech Nine who is looking for female companionship. The artist notes that Mr. Tech Nine is making money as a prostitute and has struck a deal with Mr. Glock.

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
The artist takes a liking to his own song and uses some of its phrases to approach some women.

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
Mr. Glock enters the neighborhood and everyone is waving to him with the universal sign of peace. He's accompanied by his friend AK, who is a drug kingpin. They are trying to find Mr. Technine to kill him, but he is well-prepared with his own weapon. The neighborhood is filled with experienced criminals who are smoking marijuana to the point of being high. Mr. Glock learns that Mr. Technine is having a party and decides to approach him but is ultimately killed by Technine's weapon.

[Chorus: x4]
The chorus is repeated four times.

(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
The artist is smoking marijuana and coughing. He complains about people who are not living authentically and indulges in the chronic marijuana strain that he enjoys. He playfully insults the listener, calling them a 'trigga happy mothafuckin' youth.'