Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Glocks Down, artist - Heather b. Album song Takin Mine, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.06.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
All Glocks Down |
| 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 Ls 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) |
| 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 |
| 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 |