Trigga Happy Nigga Lyrics
| Song | Trigga Happy Nigga |
| Artist | Geto Boys |
| Album | Grip It! On That Other Level |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Akshen, Lil J, Willie D | |
| Today's special is Geto dope processed in Fifth Ward, Texas | |
| We sell so much of this until they want to know what we put in it | |
| OK, I'm gonna share this recipe with y'all | |
| Hey John, gimme an ounce of that ether Fifth Ward bass | |
| Yeah, aw yeah! | |
| Yo Doug! Give me a half a key of uncut drums | |
| Aw yeah! Yeah! | |
| Say Red, give me a pound of them horns with red (???) cents in it! | |
| Yeah, aw yeah! | |
| Yeah, aw yeah! | |
| Say fellas, give me ton of everything and cut it with the trigger happy | |
| Motherfuckin' Geto Boys | |
| [Verse 1: Bushwick] | |
| We needed money, so I robbed a liquor store | |
| Down on your knees she hesitated, I kicked the whore | |
| Wanna go for bad, bitch I go for broke | |
| Pulled out the 9, think it's a game, she said nope | |
| Out comes the manager, mother' thought I was bluffin him | |
| She knew I was serious, so did he when I busted him | |
| Come on motherfucker I ain't playin' so give it up | |
| She said the cops are comin', does it look like I give a fuck! | |
| You're lucky I ain't horny, I'd be rockin' ya | |
| She let down her hair, pulled up her skirt and said what's stoppin' ya? | |
| Bitch you must mistake me for a lollygag | |
| Cuz' if I get in that ass, they'll haul me off in a body bag | |
| Gimme the money, I'm tired of the waiting shit | |
| She said the box is empty | |
| I said ain't that a bitch | |
| Back to the safe you better open it fast | |
| I'm gettin' tired, I'm about to melt a cap in your ass | |
| I got all that money that I'm live, how you figure? | |
| I'll forever be a trigga happy nigga | |
| [gunshots] | |
| Don't fuck with me | |
| [gunshots] | |
| You die motherfucker | |
| [Verse 2: Willie D] | |
| Doin' crime in H-Town in my prime | |
| Robbed the same motherfuckas 4 or 5 times | |
| Where was the cops when I was rippin' off dividends? | |
| Out writin' tickets to hard workin' citizens! | |
| They ain't never been smart enough to catch me | |
| But one day I went climbin' with a pussy | |
| He got shot and hit the floor | |
| I ran non-stop to my god damn front door | |
| Stashed the cash and case | |
| A clue led the motherfuckas to my place | |
| I grabbed the bill cleaned my popper | |
| And what did I hear a god damn chopper | |
| Damn, ain't this a bitch, the motherfucher must've snitched | |
| I thought about puttin some head to bed | |
| But I played the stay instead | |
| Surrender, the last day of November, made bond the first day of December | |
| Promised myself when I see that snitch, I'd kill that son of a bitch! | |
| We scrapped the slate every day | |
| I just couldn't put the fuckin' gun away | |
| Wait a minute, I'm full of those forties, | |
| I caught his ass slippin' at a block party | |
| Killed a motherfucka as he said D please | |
| Put holes in his ass like rat cheese | |
| Squash that shit, how ya figure? | |
| I'll forever be a trigga happy nigga! | |
| [gunshots] | |
| You die motherfucker | |
| Say hello to my little friend | |
| Don't fuck with me | |
| You stupid fuck | |
| You die motherfucker | |
| Say hello to my little friend | |
| [gunshots] | |
| I'll take you all to fuckin hell! | |
| [gunshots] | |
| Don't fuck with me | |
| You stupid fuck | |
| [Verse 3: Scarface] | |
| Boys on my corner tryin' to run a day game | |
| Sellin that phony shit, it's white but it ain't caine | |
| Some stupid mother fucker said I owed him | |
| I ain't payin' the mother fucker I don't play and I showed him | |
| That if you come and front me with that bullshit | |
| You card is filed and you'll die when I pull it | |
| Cuz life is a gamble when you fuck with a psycho | |
| No pity on another it's a game, it's how life goes | |
| I'm hip to all the tricks of the trade | |
| Killin', and stealin' and gankin' niggas to get paid | |
| But this time you bullshitted the bullshitter | |
| And found out that I'm a trigga happy nigga | |
| Don't fuck with me | |
| You stupid fuck | |
| You die motherfucker | |
| Say hello to my little friend | |
| [gunshots] | |
| I'll take you all to fuckin hell! | |
| Don't fuck with me |
| zuo ci : Akshen, Lil J, Willie D | |
| Today' s special is Geto dope processed in Fifth Ward, Texas | |
| We sell so much of this until they want to know what we put in it | |
| OK, I' m gonna share this recipe with y' all | |
| Hey John, gimme an ounce of that ether Fifth Ward bass | |
| Yeah, aw yeah! | |
| Yo Doug! Give me a half a key of uncut drums | |
| Aw yeah! Yeah! | |
| Say Red, give me a pound of them horns with red ??? cents in it! | |
| Yeah, aw yeah! | |
| Yeah, aw yeah! | |
| Say fellas, give me ton of everything and cut it with the trigger happy | |
| Motherfuckin' Geto Boys | |
| Verse 1: Bushwick | |
| We needed money, so I robbed a liquor store | |
| Down on your knees she hesitated, I kicked the whore | |
| Wanna go for bad, bitch I go for broke | |
| Pulled out the 9, think it' s a game, she said nope | |
| Out comes the manager, mother' thought I was bluffin him | |
| She knew I was serious, so did he when I busted him | |
| Come on motherfucker I ain' t playin' so give it up | |
| She said the cops are comin', does it look like I give a fuck! | |
| You' re lucky I ain' t horny, I' d be rockin' ya | |
| She let down her hair, pulled up her skirt and said what' s stoppin' ya? | |
| Bitch you must mistake me for a lollygag | |
| Cuz' if I get in that ass, they' ll haul me off in a body bag | |
| Gimme the money, I' m tired of the waiting shit | |
| She said the box is empty | |
| I said ain' t that a bitch | |
| Back to the safe you better open it fast | |
| I' m gettin' tired, I' m about to melt a cap in your ass | |
| I got all that money that I' m live, how you figure? | |
| I' ll forever be a trigga happy nigga | |
| gunshots | |
| Don' t fuck with me | |
| gunshots | |
| You die motherfucker | |
| Verse 2: Willie D | |
| Doin' crime in HTown in my prime | |
| Robbed the same motherfuckas 4 or 5 times | |
| Where was the cops when I was rippin' off dividends? | |
| Out writin' tickets to hard workin' citizens! | |
| They ain' t never been smart enough to catch me | |
| But one day I went climbin' with a pussy | |
| He got shot and hit the floor | |
| I ran nonstop to my god damn front door | |
| Stashed the cash and case | |
| A clue led the motherfuckas to my place | |
| I grabbed the bill cleaned my popper | |
| And what did I hear a god damn chopper | |
| Damn, ain' t this a bitch, the motherfucher must' ve snitched | |
| I thought about puttin some head to bed | |
| But I played the stay instead | |
| Surrender, the last day of November, made bond the first day of December | |
| Promised myself when I see that snitch, I' d kill that son of a bitch! | |
| We scrapped the slate every day | |
| I just couldn' t put the fuckin' gun away | |
| Wait a minute, I' m full of those forties, | |
| I caught his ass slippin' at a block party | |
| Killed a motherfucka as he said D please | |
| Put holes in his ass like rat cheese | |
| Squash that shit, how ya figure? | |
| I' ll forever be a trigga happy nigga! | |
| gunshots | |
| You die motherfucker | |
| Say hello to my little friend | |
| Don' t fuck with me | |
| You stupid fuck | |
| You die motherfucker | |
| Say hello to my little friend | |
| gunshots | |
| I' ll take you all to fuckin hell! | |
| gunshots | |
| Don' t fuck with me | |
| You stupid fuck | |
| Verse 3: Scarface | |
| Boys on my corner tryin' to run a day game | |
| Sellin that phony shit, it' s white but it ain' t caine | |
| Some stupid mother fucker said I owed him | |
| I ain' t payin' the mother fucker I don' t play and I showed him | |
| That if you come and front me with that bullshit | |
| You card is filed and you' ll die when I pull it | |
| Cuz life is a gamble when you fuck with a psycho | |
| No pity on another it' s a game, it' s how life goes | |
| I' m hip to all the tricks of the trade | |
| Killin', and stealin' and gankin' niggas to get paid | |
| But this time you bullshitted the bullshitter | |
| And found out that I' m a trigga happy nigga | |
| Don' t fuck with me | |
| You stupid fuck | |
| You die motherfucker | |
| Say hello to my little friend | |
| gunshots | |
| I' ll take you all to fuckin hell! | |
| Don' t fuck with me |
| zuò cí : Akshen, Lil J, Willie D | |
| Today' s special is Geto dope processed in Fifth Ward, Texas | |
| We sell so much of this until they want to know what we put in it | |
| OK, I' m gonna share this recipe with y' all | |
| Hey John, gimme an ounce of that ether Fifth Ward bass | |
| Yeah, aw yeah! | |
| Yo Doug! Give me a half a key of uncut drums | |
| Aw yeah! Yeah! | |
| Say Red, give me a pound of them horns with red ??? cents in it! | |
| Yeah, aw yeah! | |
| Yeah, aw yeah! | |
| Say fellas, give me ton of everything and cut it with the trigger happy | |
| Motherfuckin' Geto Boys | |
| Verse 1: Bushwick | |
| We needed money, so I robbed a liquor store | |
| Down on your knees she hesitated, I kicked the whore | |
| Wanna go for bad, bitch I go for broke | |
| Pulled out the 9, think it' s a game, she said nope | |
| Out comes the manager, mother' thought I was bluffin him | |
| She knew I was serious, so did he when I busted him | |
| Come on motherfucker I ain' t playin' so give it up | |
| She said the cops are comin', does it look like I give a fuck! | |
| You' re lucky I ain' t horny, I' d be rockin' ya | |
| She let down her hair, pulled up her skirt and said what' s stoppin' ya? | |
| Bitch you must mistake me for a lollygag | |
| Cuz' if I get in that ass, they' ll haul me off in a body bag | |
| Gimme the money, I' m tired of the waiting shit | |
| She said the box is empty | |
| I said ain' t that a bitch | |
| Back to the safe you better open it fast | |
| I' m gettin' tired, I' m about to melt a cap in your ass | |
| I got all that money that I' m live, how you figure? | |
| I' ll forever be a trigga happy nigga | |
| gunshots | |
| Don' t fuck with me | |
| gunshots | |
| You die motherfucker | |
| Verse 2: Willie D | |
| Doin' crime in HTown in my prime | |
| Robbed the same motherfuckas 4 or 5 times | |
| Where was the cops when I was rippin' off dividends? | |
| Out writin' tickets to hard workin' citizens! | |
| They ain' t never been smart enough to catch me | |
| But one day I went climbin' with a pussy | |
| He got shot and hit the floor | |
| I ran nonstop to my god damn front door | |
| Stashed the cash and case | |
| A clue led the motherfuckas to my place | |
| I grabbed the bill cleaned my popper | |
| And what did I hear a god damn chopper | |
| Damn, ain' t this a bitch, the motherfucher must' ve snitched | |
| I thought about puttin some head to bed | |
| But I played the stay instead | |
| Surrender, the last day of November, made bond the first day of December | |
| Promised myself when I see that snitch, I' d kill that son of a bitch! | |
| We scrapped the slate every day | |
| I just couldn' t put the fuckin' gun away | |
| Wait a minute, I' m full of those forties, | |
| I caught his ass slippin' at a block party | |
| Killed a motherfucka as he said D please | |
| Put holes in his ass like rat cheese | |
| Squash that shit, how ya figure? | |
| I' ll forever be a trigga happy nigga! | |
| gunshots | |
| You die motherfucker | |
| Say hello to my little friend | |
| Don' t fuck with me | |
| You stupid fuck | |
| You die motherfucker | |
| Say hello to my little friend | |
| gunshots | |
| I' ll take you all to fuckin hell! | |
| gunshots | |
| Don' t fuck with me | |
| You stupid fuck | |
| Verse 3: Scarface | |
| Boys on my corner tryin' to run a day game | |
| Sellin that phony shit, it' s white but it ain' t caine | |
| Some stupid mother fucker said I owed him | |
| I ain' t payin' the mother fucker I don' t play and I showed him | |
| That if you come and front me with that bullshit | |
| You card is filed and you' ll die when I pull it | |
| Cuz life is a gamble when you fuck with a psycho | |
| No pity on another it' s a game, it' s how life goes | |
| I' m hip to all the tricks of the trade | |
| Killin', and stealin' and gankin' niggas to get paid | |
| But this time you bullshitted the bullshitter | |
| And found out that I' m a trigga happy nigga | |
| Don' t fuck with me | |
| You stupid fuck | |
| You die motherfucker | |
| Say hello to my little friend | |
| gunshots | |
| I' ll take you all to fuckin hell! | |
| Don' t fuck with me |
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