Heather B All Glocks Down Lyrics

All Glocks Down Lyrics

"I can break it down like whatever you want"



	-> Buckshot Shorty(2x)







Verse 1:







All glocks down arriving is the bulletproof lyricist



R rood boy big up now here this



I'm clasic 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 lived 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 filt by Heather Hunter



Touch you touch you I might just buss you



Buss your shit MC turned ? eastcoast kid



How I swing bounce to brooklyn



No need to tell you what I part took in



Just know Heather B. is back in town



Its no question all glocks down







Chorus: Glocks down, hit'em with that funky sound



I can break it down like whatever you want(say 4x)







Verse 2:







Walking with middle finger up brown tims steppin' through



Coming soon to a corner spot near you



Its 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 haveta bounce twelve rounds



TKO by the third fuck what you heard



I didn't feel like playing around 



Cuz you's part-time witha 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 BITCH



A "L" to the neck a double duece I'm best



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



Due us part on 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 you shorty with her hair undone



And then you know Heather B. is back in town



So no question all glocks down







Chorus







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 hunned gone spit



Chocolate tay true dat yo who him who dat



Snatchin' up da "L" like a snipher



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 jaser



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 



To the most def no quest all glock down







Chorus