All Glocks Down

作词 : Bell, Blake, Creed, Dewgarde ...

I can break it down like whatever you want

I can break it down like whatever you want

All Glocks down arriving is the bulletproof lyricist

All rude boy big up now here this

I'm classic like a coca cola

Why don't you roll a "L" and make it spiffy

Are the "L"s twisty oh yes lets get lifty

Long live the rugged female Heather B

So all you gun waving niggas

Put down your Glocks please

No need for playing the hard anymore

The bulletproof lyricist is knocking at your door

So open up let me in lets get nasty if you wanna

I'll freak dat butt like a film by Heather Hunter

Touch you, cut you I might just buss you

Buss your shit MC turned pretty, east coast kid

How I swing bounce to Brooklyn

No need to tell you what I partook in

Just know Heather B is back in town

It's no question all Glocks down

Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound

I can break it down like whatever you want

Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound

I can break it down like whatever you want

Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound

I can break it down like whatever you want

Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound

I can break it down like whatever you want

Walking with middle finger up

Brown timbs steppin' through

Coming soon to a corner spot near you

It's the side walkin' rap talkin' hip hop sister

No need to try me misss-ter

You got rhymes go for it we need no chorus

Freestyles comin' from da door

And who's testin' the untestable, styles flexible

You gonna have ta bounce twelve rounds

TKO by the third, **** what you heard

I didn't feel like playing around

Cuz you's part-time with a part rhyme

Committing no crimes

And claiming to be hard on the block

So feel my funk my beat my vibe

Recognize that I'm live or alive

You know the time

Kid just raise up rise up open your eyes up

I already got you sized up, so wise up *****

A "L" to the neck a double deuce of Becks

And now my mind set, I'll be rowdy to the death

Do us part, one love rock crew right here in heart

Don't even play me son, you'll get did done

Turnin' all gats or guns

I'll leave your shorty with her hair undone

And then you know Heather B. is back in town

So no question all Glocks down

Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound

I can break it down like whatever you want

Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound

I can break it down like whatever you want

Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound

I can break it down like whatever you want

Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound

I can break it down like whatever you want

I got my peeps to my left side and then my right

Can't wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife

I love the orange light from the Dutch Master tip

My whole crew bent a half a hunned gone spit

Chocolate Thai true dat yo who him who dat

Snatchin' up da "L" like a sniper

Son you will surely miss the next cipher

If you ever tryta hog up the "L" again

Last one to put in first son to dig in

Now I hear you riffin' me

While I'm countin' your toke

The henloke burns my throat with no chaser

I'm feelin' vibes by my hip from the black pager

Blowin' up for da nine four for da nine five

For da nine square either way say word word

Heather B. is in there to the most high and

To the most def no quest all Glocks down

Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound

I can break it down like whatever you want

Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound

I can break it down like whatever you want

Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound

I can break it down like whatever you want

Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound

I can break it down like whatever you want