Dope Fiend Willy:
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Heh Heh Yeah goddamn it? that old gangsta shit right there boy goddamn
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shit heh heh
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this is Dope Fiend Willy from the last mutha fuckin record I want the
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ten piece hey I got me some now I don? give a fuck but uh huh yeah you
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all ain? gonna know nothin bout this O.G. shit
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unless you start knowin sumpim about Uzi? and shit So uh?
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Verse 1: Spice 1
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Now this 380 was a bitch who used to ho up on my block
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she lived on smith-n-wesson with that pimp Mr. Glock
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now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
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and bitches jocked his trigga everytime he came around
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Big baller, big game shooter until he met that crazy mutha fucka Mr.
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Ruger
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Now ruger was a pimp too, He had his own hoes
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Mrs Hollow Tip and Neener who wore ho?sh clothes
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G-string up the ass with the big fat clitoris
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drinkin that Colt 45 cuz she? a gangsta bitch
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I love my neener and my neener loves me mutha fucka? think I? crazy
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cuz I? trigga happy
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Chorus in the background:
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Trigga happy, Trigga happy, Trigga happy nigga
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(repeat 4X)
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Dope Fiend Willie:
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heh heh, well goddamn smith-n-wesson, heh heh heh, I got me a colt 45
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back at the mutha fuckin house heh heh, yeah I? ready to do somethin?with one of these little ol?oung mutha fucka? heh heh yeah, but I
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think maybe a ol? ten piece hook me up mutha fucka I know you got that
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shit
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yeah mutha fuckin Dope Fiend Willie in the house, don? give a fuck
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about no nigga heh mutha fucka shit.
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Verse 2: Spice 1
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Mr Snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed
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And Mrs Mossberg blowin up his (???)
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And the shit it don? be gettin no better, you gotta watch for that
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crooked ass cop Officer Beretta
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Put your ass in a sling, check out that skinny ass bitch deuce deuce
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thinking she miss thing
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and Mr tech nine lookin for some convo and he jammed and stuttered when
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he could had a hoe
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But he still knockin boots from hell to heaven nigga got a page about
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three feety seven
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gettin paid for the cot, so now he got a deal with that bitch? pimp mr
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glock
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Chrous in the background:
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(Repeat 3X)
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Dope Fiend Willie:
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yeah yeah I like that new shit boy yeah heh heh trigga happy, trigga
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happy HEH trigga happy nigga Yeah I like that shit. I? bout to go
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over here and talk to these girls over here damn baby what you got on
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and shit.
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Verse 3: Spice 1
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Now every nigga? wavin peace to the nine
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cuz glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin cheap wine
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with his nigga AK drug kingpin gotta find Mr Technine do his ass in
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Niggas plottin hits plottin schemes but Mr Technine? got an AR-15
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An OG nigga from the hood got his cash on rollin fly brooms smokin
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chronic to the fuckin dome
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and Mr Glock got the word from his people Mr Technine? havin a party
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at the Desert Eagle
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So right in front of the club when he checked his beeper
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Technine blasted his ass with the street sweeper
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Chorus in the background:
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(repeat 4X)
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Dope Fiend Willie:
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(Smoking) (coughing) goddamn shit fuck yall and your folks got these
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days? That old chronic shit look at that! Goddamn boy let me get
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another hit of that shit ( smoking) goddamn (coughing)
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You ol?trigga happy mutha fuckin youth
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Trigga Happy
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