| All glocks down arriving is the bulletproof lyricist
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| R rood boy big up now here this
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| 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
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| Long lived the rugged female Heather B.
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| So all you gun waving niggas put down your glocks please
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| No need for playing the hard anymore
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| The bulletproof lyricist is knocking at your door
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| So open up let me in lets get nasty if you wanna
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| I’ll freak dat butt like a filt by Heather Hunter
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| Touch you touch you I might just buss you
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| Buss your shit MC turned? |
| eastcoast kid
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| How I swing bounce to brooklyn
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| No need to tell you what I part took in Just know Heather B. is back in town
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| Its no question all glocks down
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| Chorus: Glocks down, hit’em with that funky sound
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| I can break it down like whatever you want (say 4x)
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| Walking with middle finger up brown tims steppin’through
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| Coming soon to a corner spot near you
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| Its the side walkin’rap talkin’hip hop sister
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| No need to try me misss-ter
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| You got rhymes go for it we need no chorus
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| Freestyles comin’from da door
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| And who’s testin’the untestable styles flexible
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| You gonna haveta bounce twelve rounds
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| TKO by the third fuck what you heard
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| I didn’t feel like playing around
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| Cuz you’s part-time witha part rhyme committing no crimes
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| And claiming to be hard on the block
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| So feel my funk my beat my vibe
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| Recognize that i’m live or alive you know the time
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| Kid just raise up rise up open your eyes up I already got you sized up so wise up BITCH
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| A L to the neck a double duece I’m best
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| And now my mind set I’ll be rowdy through the death
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| Due us part on love rock crew right here in heart
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| don’t even play me son you’ll get did done
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| Turnin’all gats or guns i’ll leave you shorty with her hair undone
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| And then you know Heather B. is back in town
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| So no question all glocks down
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| I got my peeps to my left side and then my right
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| Can’t wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife
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| I love the orange light from the dutch master tip
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| My whole crew bent a half a hunned gone spit
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| Chocolate tay true dat yo who him who dat
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| Snatchin’up da L like a snipher
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| Son you will surely miss the next cipher
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| If you ever tryta hog up the L again
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| Last one to put in first son to dig in Now I hear you riffin’me while I’m countin’your toke
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| The henloke burns my throat with no jaser
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| I’m feelin vibes by my hip from the black pager
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| Blowin’up for da nine four for da nine five
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| For da nine square either way say word word
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| Heather B. is in there to the most high
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| To the most def no quest all glock down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Glocks Down , by - Heather b. Song from the album Takin Mine, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп