All Glocks Down

Lyrics

[Intro] I can break it down like whatever you want I can break it down like whatever you want [Verse 1] All Glocks down, arriving is the bulletproof lyricist All rude boy, big up, now hear 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, let's 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, let's 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Walking with my middle finger up, brown Timbs steppin' through Coming soon to a corner spot near you It's the sidewalkin' rap talkin' Hip-hop sister, no need to try me, mister You got rhymes, go for it, we need no chorus Freestyles comin' from the door And who's testin' the untestable? Style's flexible You gonna have to bounce, twelve rounds TKO by the third, fuck what you heard I didn't feel like playing around 'Cause 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, all live, you know the time Kid, just raise up, rise up, open your eyes up Already got you sized up, so wise up, bitch A L to the neck, a double deuce of Becks And now my mind's 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 hunnid gone, spent 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 try to 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 tokes The Hen-loc burns my throat with no chaser I'm feelin vibes by my hip from the black pager Blowin' up for the nine-four or the 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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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