[{"id":37822616,"name":"All Glocks Down","trackName":"All Glocks Down","artistName":"Heather B","albumName":"All Glocks Down VLS","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"I can break it down like whatever you want\"\nBuckshot Shorty (2x)\n[Verse 1]\nAll glocks down arriving is the bulletproof lyricist\nare rood boy big up now here this\nI'm clasic like a coca cola why don't you roll a \"L\"\nAnd make it spiffy are the \"L\"s twisty oh yes lets get lifty\nLong lived the rugged female Heather B.\nSo all you gun waving niggas put down your glocks please\nNo need for playing the hard anymore\nThe bulletproof lyricist is knocking at your door\nSo open up let me in lets get nasty if you want to\nI'll freak dat butt like a filt by Heather Hunter\nTouch you touch you I might just buss you\nBuss your shit MC turned eastcoast kid\nHow I swing bounce to brooklyn\nNo need to tell you what I part took in\nJust know Heather B. is back in town\nIts no question all glocks down\n[Chorus]\nGlocks down, hit'em with that funky sound\nI can break it down like whatever you want (say 4x)\n[Verse 2]\nWalking with middle finger up brown tims steppin' through\nComing soon to a corner spot near you\nIts the side walkin' rap talkin' hip hop sister\nNo need to try me misss-ter\nYou got rhymes go for it we need no chorus\nFreestyles comin' from da door\nAnd who's testin' the untestable styles flexible\nYou gonna haveta bounce twelve rounds\nTKO by the third fuck what you heard\nI didn't feel like playing around\n'cause you's part-time witha part rhyme committing no crimes\nAnd claiming to be hard on the block\nSo feel my funk my beat my vibe\nRecognize that I'm live or alive you know the time\nKid just raise up rise up open your eyes up\nI already got you sized up so wise up BITCH\nA \"L\" to the neck a double duece I'm best\nAnd now my mind set I'll be rowdy through the death\nDue us part on love rock crew right here in heart\ndon't even play me son you'll get did done\nTurnin' all gats or guns I'll leave you shorty with her hair undone\nAnd then you know Heather B. is back in town\nSo no question all glocks down\nChorus\n[Verse 3]\nI got my peeps to my left side and then my right\nCan't wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife\nI love the orange light from the dutch master tip\nMy whole crew bent a half a hunned gone spit\nChocolate tay true dat yo who him who dat\nSnatchin' up da \"L\" like a snipher\nSon you will surely miss the next cipher\nIf you ever tryta hog up the \"L\" again\nLast one to put in first son to dig in\nNow I hear you riffin' me while I'm countin' your toke\nThe henloke burns my throat with no jaser\nI'm feelin vibes by my hip from the black pager\nBlowin' up for da nine four for da nine five\nFor da nine square either way say word word\nHeather B. is in there to the most high\nTo the most def no quest all glock down\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All Glocks Down\n  artist: Heather B\n  album: All Glocks Down VLS\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"I can break it down like whatever you want\"\n  Buckshot Shorty (2x)\n  [Verse 1]\n  All glocks down arriving is the bulletproof lyricist\n  are rood boy big up now here this\n  I'm clasic like a coca cola why don't you roll a \"L\"\n  And make it spiffy are the \"L\"s twisty oh yes lets get lifty\n  Long lived the rugged female Heather B.\n  So all you gun waving niggas put down your glocks please\n  No need for playing the hard anymore\n  The bulletproof lyricist is knocking at your door\n  So open up let me in lets get nasty if you want to\n  I'll freak dat butt like a filt by Heather Hunter\n  Touch you touch you I might just buss you\n  Buss your shit MC turned eastcoast kid\n  How I swing bounce to brooklyn\n  No need to tell you what I part took in\n  Just know Heather B. is back in town\n  Its no question all glocks down\n  [Chorus]\n  Glocks down, hit'em with that funky sound\n  I can break it down like whatever you want (say 4x)\n  [Verse 2]\n  Walking with middle finger up brown tims steppin' through\n  Coming soon to a corner spot near you\n  Its the side walkin' rap talkin' hip hop sister\n  No need to try me misss-ter\n  You got rhymes go for it we need no chorus\n  Freestyles comin' from da door\n  And who's testin' the untestable styles flexible\n  You gonna haveta bounce twelve rounds\n  TKO by the third fuck what you heard\n  I didn't feel like playing around\n  'cause you's part-time witha part rhyme committing no crimes\n  And claiming to be hard on the block\n  So feel my funk my beat my vibe\n  Recognize that I'm live or alive you know the time\n  Kid just raise up rise up open your eyes up\n  I already got you sized up so wise up BITCH\n  A \"L\" to the neck a double duece I'm best\n  And now my mind set I'll be rowdy through the death\n  Due us part on love rock crew right here in heart\n  don't even play me son you'll get did done\n  Turnin' all gats or guns I'll leave you shorty with her hair undone\n  And then you know Heather B. is back in town\n  So no question all glocks down\n  Chorus\n  [Verse 3]\n  I got my peeps to my left side and then my right\n  Can't wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife\n  I love the orange light from the dutch master tip\n  My whole crew bent a half a hunned gone spit\n  Chocolate tay true dat yo who him who dat\n  Snatchin' up da \"L\" like a snipher\n  Son you will surely miss the next cipher\n  If you ever tryta hog up the \"L\" again\n  Last one to put in first son to dig in\n  Now I hear you riffin' me while I'm countin' your toke\n  The henloke burns my throat with no jaser\n  I'm feelin vibes by my hip from the black pager\n  Blowin' up for da nine four for da nine five\n  For da nine square either way say word word\n  Heather B. is in there to the most high\n  To the most def no quest all glock down\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":17270078,"name":"Heather B - All Glocks Down","trackName":"Heather B - All Glocks Down","artistName":"Heather B.","albumName":"Takin' Mine","duration":248.776,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"-] Buckshot Shorty\n\nAll Glocks down arriving is the bulletproof lyricist\n\nAll rude boy big up now here this\nI'm clasic like a coca cola why don't you roll a \"L\"\nAnd make it spiffy are the \"L\"s twisty oh yes lets get lifty\nLong live the rugged female Heather B\nSo all you gun waving niggas put down your Glocks please\nNo need for playing the hard anymore\nThe bulletproof lyricist is knocking at your door\nSo open up let me in lets get nasty if you wanna\nI'll freak dat butt like a film by Heather Hunter\nTouch you, cut you I might just buss you\nBuss your shit MC turned pretty east coast kid\nHow I swing bounce to Brooklyn\nNo need to tell you what I partook in\nJust know Heather B. is back in town\nIt's no question all Glocks down\n\nGlocks down, hit'em with that funky sound\nI can break it down like whatever you want (say 4x)\n\nWalking with middle finger up brown timbs steppin' through\nComing soon to a corner spot near you\nIts the side walkin' rap talkin' hip hop sister\nNo need to try me misss-ter\nYou got rhymes go for it we need no chorus\nFreestyles comin' from da door\nAnd who's testin' the untestable styles flexible\nYou gonna haveta bounce twelve rounds\nTKO by the third fuck what you heard\nI didn't feel like playing around\nCuz you's part-time witha part rhyme committing no crimes\nAnd claiming to be hard on the block\nSo feel my funk my beat my vibe\nRecognize that I'm live or alive you know the time\nKid just raise up rise up open your eyes up\nI already got you sized up so wise up BITCH\nA \"L\" to the neck a double deuce of Becks\nAnd now my mind set I'll be rowdy to the death\nDo us part one love rock crew right here in heart\nDon't even play me son you'll get did done\nTurnin' all gats or guns i'll leave your shorty with her hair undone\nAnd then you know Heather B. is back in town\nSo no question all Glocks down\n\nI got my peeps to my left side and then my right\nCan't wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife\nI love the orange light from the Dutch Master tip\nMy whole crew bent a half a hunned gone spit\nChocolate Thai true dat yo who him who dat\nSnatchin' up da \"L\" like a sniper\nSon you will surely miss the next cipher\nIf you ever tryta hog up the \"L\" again\nLast one to put in first son to dig in\nNow I hear you riffin' me while I'm countin' your toke\nThe henloke burns my throat with no chaser\nI'm feelin vibes by my hip from the black pager\nBlowin' up for da nine four for da nine five\nFor da nine square either way say word word\nHeather B. is in there to the most high\nTo the most def no quest all Glocks down","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heather B - All Glocks Down\n  artist: Heather B.\n  album: Takin' Mine\n  duration_ms: 248776\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  -] Buckshot Shorty\n\n  All Glocks down arriving is the bulletproof lyricist\n\n  All rude boy big up now here this\n  I'm clasic like a coca cola why don't you roll a \"L\"\n  And make it spiffy are the \"L\"s twisty oh yes lets get lifty\n  Long live the rugged female Heather B\n  So all you gun waving niggas put down your Glocks please\n  No need for playing the hard anymore\n  The bulletproof lyricist is knocking at your door\n  So open up let me in lets get nasty if you wanna\n  I'll freak dat butt like a film by Heather Hunter\n  Touch you, cut you I might just buss you\n  Buss your shit MC turned pretty east coast kid\n  How I swing bounce to Brooklyn\n  No need to tell you what I partook in\n  Just know Heather B. is back in town\n  It's no question all Glocks down\n\n  Glocks down, hit'em with that funky sound\n  I can break it down like whatever you want (say 4x)\n\n  Walking with middle finger up brown timbs steppin' through\n  Coming soon to a corner spot near you\n  Its the side walkin' rap talkin' hip hop sister\n  No need to try me misss-ter\n  You got rhymes go for it we need no chorus\n  Freestyles comin' from da door\n  And who's testin' the untestable styles flexible\n  You gonna haveta bounce twelve rounds\n  TKO by the third fuck what you heard\n  I didn't feel like playing around\n  Cuz you's part-time witha part rhyme committing no crimes\n  And claiming to be hard on the block\n  So feel my funk my beat my vibe\n  Recognize that I'm live or alive you know the time\n  Kid just raise up rise up open your eyes up\n  I already got you sized up so wise up BITCH\n  A \"L\" to the neck a double deuce of Becks\n  And now my mind set I'll be rowdy to the death\n  Do us part one love rock crew right here in heart\n  Don't even play me son you'll get did done\n  Turnin' all gats or guns i'll leave your shorty with her hair undone\n  And then you know Heather B. is back in town\n  So no question all Glocks down\n\n  I got my peeps to my left side and then my right\n  Can't wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife\n  I love the orange light from the Dutch Master tip\n  My whole crew bent a half a hunned gone spit\n  Chocolate Thai true dat yo who him who dat\n  Snatchin' up da \"L\" like a sniper\n  Son you will surely miss the next cipher\n  If you ever tryta hog up the \"L\" again\n  Last one to put in first son to dig in\n  Now I hear you riffin' me while I'm countin' your toke\n  The henloke burns my throat with no chaser\n  I'm feelin vibes by my hip from the black pager\n  Blowin' up for da nine four for da nine five\n  For da nine square either way say word word\n  Heather B. is in there to the most high\n  To the most def no quest all Glocks down\n"},{"id":14612895,"name":"All Glocks Down","trackName":"All Glocks Down","artistName":"Heather B","albumName":"Hip-Hop Golden Age, Vol. 7 (The Greatest Songs Of The 90's)","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"-] Buckshot Shorty\n\nAll Glocks down arriving is the bulletproof lyricist\n\nAll rude boy big up now here this\nI'm clasic like a coca cola why don't you roll a \"L\"\nAnd make it spiffy are the \"L\"s twisty oh yes lets get lifty\nLong live the rugged female Heather B\nSo all you gun waving niggas put down your Glocks please\nNo need for playing the hard anymore\nThe bulletproof lyricist is knocking at your door\nSo open up let me in lets get nasty if you wanna\nI'll freak dat butt like a film by Heather Hunter\nTouch you, cut you I might just buss you\nBuss your shit MC turned pretty east coast kid\nHow I swing bounce to Brooklyn\nNo need to tell you what I partook in\nJust know Heather B. is back in town\nIt's no question all Glocks down\n\nGlocks down, hit'em with that funky sound\nI can break it down like whatever you want (say 4x)\n\nWalking with middle finger up brown timbs steppin' through\nComing soon to a corner spot near you\nIts the side walkin' rap talkin' hip hop sister\nNo need to try me misss-ter\nYou got rhymes go for it we need no chorus\nFreestyles comin' from da door\nAnd who's testin' the untestable styles flexible\nYou gonna haveta bounce twelve rounds\nTKO by the third fuck what you heard\nI didn't feel like playing around\nCuz you's part-time witha part rhyme committing no crimes\nAnd claiming to be hard on the block\nSo feel my funk my beat my vibe\nRecognize that I'm live or alive you know the time\nKid just raise up rise up open your eyes up\nI already got you sized up so wise up BITCH\nA \"L\" to the neck a double deuce of Becks\nAnd now my mind set I'll be rowdy to the death\nDo us part one love rock crew right here in heart\nDon't even play me son you'll get did done\nTurnin' all gats or guns i'll leave your shorty with her hair undone\nAnd then you know Heather B. is back in town\nSo no question all Glocks down\n\nI got my peeps to my left side and then my right\nCan't wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife\nI love the orange light from the Dutch Master tip\nMy whole crew bent a half a hunned gone spit\nChocolate Thai true dat yo who him who dat\nSnatchin' up da \"L\" like a sniper\nSon you will surely miss the next cipher\nIf you ever tryta hog up the \"L\" again\nLast one to put in first son to dig in\nNow I hear you riffin' me while I'm countin' your toke\nThe henloke burns my throat with no chaser\nI'm feelin vibes by my hip from the black pager\nBlowin' up for da nine four for da nine five\nFor da nine square either way say word word\nHeather B. is in there to the most high\nTo the most def no quest all Glocks down","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All Glocks Down\n  artist: Heather B\n  album: Hip-Hop Golden Age, Vol. 7 (The Greatest Songs Of The 90's)\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  -] Buckshot Shorty\n\n  All Glocks down arriving is the bulletproof lyricist\n\n  All rude boy big up now here this\n  I'm clasic like a coca cola why don't you roll a \"L\"\n  And make it spiffy are the \"L\"s twisty oh yes lets get lifty\n  Long live the rugged female Heather B\n  So all you gun waving niggas put down your Glocks please\n  No need for playing the hard anymore\n  The bulletproof lyricist is knocking at your door\n  So open up let me in lets get nasty if you wanna\n  I'll freak dat butt like a film by Heather Hunter\n  Touch you, cut you I might just buss you\n  Buss your shit MC turned pretty east coast kid\n  How I swing bounce to Brooklyn\n  No need to tell you what I partook in\n  Just know Heather B. is back in town\n  It's no question all Glocks down\n\n  Glocks down, hit'em with that funky sound\n  I can break it down like whatever you want (say 4x)\n\n  Walking with middle finger up brown timbs steppin' through\n  Coming soon to a corner spot near you\n  Its the side walkin' rap talkin' hip hop sister\n  No need to try me misss-ter\n  You got rhymes go for it we need no chorus\n  Freestyles comin' from da door\n  And who's testin' the untestable styles flexible\n  You gonna haveta bounce twelve rounds\n  TKO by the third fuck what you heard\n  I didn't feel like playing around\n  Cuz you's part-time witha part rhyme committing no crimes\n  And claiming to be hard on the block\n  So feel my funk my beat my vibe\n  Recognize that I'm live or alive you know the time\n  Kid just raise up rise up open your eyes up\n  I already got you sized up so wise up BITCH\n  A \"L\" to the neck a double deuce of Becks\n  And now my mind set I'll be rowdy to the death\n  Do us part one love rock crew right here in heart\n  Don't even play me son you'll get did done\n  Turnin' all gats or guns i'll leave your shorty with her hair undone\n  And then you know Heather B. is back in town\n  So no question all Glocks down\n\n  I got my peeps to my left side and then my right\n  Can't wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife\n  I love the orange light from the Dutch Master tip\n  My whole crew bent a half a hunned gone spit\n  Chocolate Thai true dat yo who him who dat\n  Snatchin' up da \"L\" like a sniper\n  Son you will surely miss the next cipher\n  If you ever tryta hog up the \"L\" again\n  Last one to put in first son to dig in\n  Now I hear you riffin' me while I'm countin' your toke\n  The henloke burns my throat with no chaser\n  I'm feelin vibes by my hip from the black pager\n  Blowin' up for da nine four for da nine five\n  For da nine square either way say word word\n  Heather B. is in there to the most high\n  To the most def no quest all Glocks down\n"},{"id":9343018,"name":"All Glocks Down","trackName":"All Glocks Down","artistName":"Heather B","albumName":"Takin Mine","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"I can break it down like whatever you want\"\nBuckshot Shorty (2x)\n[Verse 1]\nAll glocks down arriving is the bulletproof lyricist\nare rood boy big up now here this\nI'm clasic like a coca cola why don't you roll a \"L\"\nAnd make it spiffy are the \"L\"s twisty oh yes lets get lifty\nLong lived the rugged female Heather B.\nSo all you gun waving niggas put down your glocks please\nNo need for playing the hard anymore\nThe bulletproof lyricist is knocking at your door\nSo open up let me in lets get nasty if you want to\nI'll freak dat butt like a filt by Heather Hunter\nTouch you touch you I might just buss you\nBuss your shit MC turned eastcoast kid\nHow I swing bounce to brooklyn\nNo need to tell you what I part took in\nJust know Heather B. is back in town\nIts no question all glocks down\n[Chorus]\nGlocks down, hit'em with that funky sound\nI can break it down like whatever you want (say 4x)\n[Verse 2]\nWalking with middle finger up brown tims steppin' through\nComing soon to a corner spot near you\nIts the side walkin' rap talkin' hip hop sister\nNo need to try me misss-ter\nYou got rhymes go for it we need no chorus\nFreestyles comin' from da door\nAnd who's testin' the untestable styles flexible\nYou gonna haveta bounce twelve rounds\nTKO by the third fuck what you heard\nI didn't feel like playing around\n'cause you's part-time witha part rhyme committing no crimes\nAnd claiming to be hard on the block\nSo feel my funk my beat my vibe\nRecognize that I'm live or alive you know the time\nKid just raise up rise up open your eyes up\nI already got you sized up so wise up BITCH\nA \"L\" to the neck a double duece I'm best\nAnd now my mind set I'll be rowdy through the death\nDue us part on love rock crew right here in heart\ndon't even play me son you'll get did done\nTurnin' all gats or guns I'll leave you shorty with her hair undone\nAnd then you know Heather B. is back in town\nSo no question all glocks down\nChorus\n[Verse 3]\nI got my peeps to my left side and then my right\nCan't wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife\nI love the orange light from the dutch master tip\nMy whole crew bent a half a hunned gone spit\nChocolate tay true dat yo who him who dat\nSnatchin' up da \"L\" like a snipher\nSon you will surely miss the next cipher\nIf you ever tryta hog up the \"L\" again\nLast one to put in first son to dig in\nNow I hear you riffin' me while I'm countin' your toke\nThe henloke burns my throat with no jaser\nI'm feelin vibes by my hip from the black pager\nBlowin' up for da nine four for da nine five\nFor da nine square either way say word word\nHeather B. is in there to the most high\nTo the most def no quest all glock down\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All Glocks Down\n  artist: Heather B\n  album: Takin Mine\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"I can break it down like whatever you want\"\n  Buckshot Shorty (2x)\n  [Verse 1]\n  All glocks down arriving is the bulletproof lyricist\n  are rood boy big up now here this\n  I'm clasic like a coca cola why don't you roll a \"L\"\n  And make it spiffy are the \"L\"s twisty oh yes lets get lifty\n  Long lived the rugged female Heather B.\n  So all you gun waving niggas put down your glocks please\n  No need for playing the hard anymore\n  The bulletproof lyricist is knocking at your door\n  So open up let me in lets get nasty if you want to\n  I'll freak dat butt like a filt by Heather Hunter\n  Touch you touch you I might just buss you\n  Buss your shit MC turned eastcoast kid\n  How I swing bounce to brooklyn\n  No need to tell you what I part took in\n  Just know Heather B. is back in town\n  Its no question all glocks down\n  [Chorus]\n  Glocks down, hit'em with that funky sound\n  I can break it down like whatever you want (say 4x)\n  [Verse 2]\n  Walking with middle finger up brown tims steppin' through\n  Coming soon to a corner spot near you\n  Its the side walkin' rap talkin' hip hop sister\n  No need to try me misss-ter\n  You got rhymes go for it we need no chorus\n  Freestyles comin' from da door\n  And who's testin' the untestable styles flexible\n  You gonna haveta bounce twelve rounds\n  TKO by the third fuck what you heard\n  I didn't feel like playing around\n  'cause you's part-time witha part rhyme committing no crimes\n  And claiming to be hard on the block\n  So feel my funk my beat my vibe\n  Recognize that I'm live or alive you know the time\n  Kid just raise up rise up open your eyes up\n  I already got you sized up so wise up BITCH\n  A \"L\" to the neck a double duece I'm best\n  And now my mind set I'll be rowdy through the death\n  Due us part on love rock crew right here in heart\n  don't even play me son you'll get did done\n  Turnin' all gats or guns I'll leave you shorty with her hair undone\n  And then you know Heather B. is back in town\n  So no question all glocks down\n  Chorus\n  [Verse 3]\n  I got my peeps to my left side and then my right\n  Can't wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife\n  I love the orange light from the dutch master tip\n  My whole crew bent a half a hunned gone spit\n  Chocolate tay true dat yo who him who dat\n  Snatchin' up da \"L\" like a snipher\n  Son you will surely miss the next cipher\n  If you ever tryta hog up the \"L\" again\n  Last one to put in first son to dig in\n  Now I hear you riffin' me while I'm countin' your toke\n  The henloke burns my throat with no jaser\n  I'm feelin vibes by my hip from the black pager\n  Blowin' up for da nine four for da nine five\n  For da nine square either way say word word\n  Heather B. is in there to the most high\n  To the most def no quest all glock down\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":29160665,"name":"All Glocks Down","trackName":"All Glocks Down","artistName":"Heather B","albumName":"Defiant's HipHop & Underground Rap Collection Vol.3","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"I can break it down like whatever you want\"\nBuckshot Shorty (2x)\n[Verse 1]\nAll glocks down arriving is the bulletproof lyricist\nare rood boy big up now here this\nI'm clasic like a coca cola why don't you roll a \"L\"\nAnd make it spiffy are the \"L\"s twisty oh yes lets get lifty\nLong lived the rugged female Heather B.\nSo all you gun waving niggas put down your glocks please\nNo need for playing the hard anymore\nThe bulletproof lyricist is knocking at your door\nSo open up let me in lets get nasty if you want to\nI'll freak dat butt like a filt by Heather Hunter\nTouch you touch you I might just buss you\nBuss your shit MC turned eastcoast kid\nHow I swing bounce to brooklyn\nNo need to tell you what I part took in\nJust know Heather B. is back in town\nIts no question all glocks down\n[Chorus]\nGlocks down, hit'em with that funky sound\nI can break it down like whatever you want (say 4x)\n[Verse 2]\nWalking with middle finger up brown tims steppin' through\nComing soon to a corner spot near you\nIts the side walkin' rap talkin' hip hop sister\nNo need to try me misss-ter\nYou got rhymes go for it we need no chorus\nFreestyles comin' from da door\nAnd who's testin' the untestable styles flexible\nYou gonna haveta bounce twelve rounds\nTKO by the third fuck what you heard\nI didn't feel like playing around\n'cause you's part-time witha part rhyme committing no crimes\nAnd claiming to be hard on the block\nSo feel my funk my beat my vibe\nRecognize that I'm live or alive you know the time\nKid just raise up rise up open your eyes up\nI already got you sized up so wise up BITCH\nA \"L\" to the neck a double duece I'm best\nAnd now my mind set I'll be rowdy through the death\nDue us part on love rock crew right here in heart\ndon't even play me son you'll get did done\nTurnin' all gats or guns I'll leave you shorty with her hair undone\nAnd then you know Heather B. is back in town\nSo no question all glocks down\nChorus\n[Verse 3]\nI got my peeps to my left side and then my right\nCan't wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife\nI love the orange light from the dutch master tip\nMy whole crew bent a half a hunned gone spit\nChocolate tay true dat yo who him who dat\nSnatchin' up da \"L\" like a snipher\nSon you will surely miss the next cipher\nIf you ever tryta hog up the \"L\" again\nLast one to put in first son to dig in\nNow I hear you riffin' me while I'm countin' your toke\nThe henloke burns my throat with no jaser\nI'm feelin vibes by my hip from the black pager\nBlowin' up for da nine four for da nine five\nFor da nine square either way say word word\nHeather B. is in there to the most high\nTo the most def no quest all glock down\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All Glocks Down\n  artist: Heather B\n  album: Defiant's HipHop & Underground Rap Collection Vol.3\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"I can break it down like whatever you want\"\n  Buckshot Shorty (2x)\n  [Verse 1]\n  All glocks down arriving is the bulletproof lyricist\n  are rood boy big up now here this\n  I'm clasic like a coca cola why don't you roll a \"L\"\n  And make it spiffy are the \"L\"s twisty oh yes lets get lifty\n  Long lived the rugged female Heather B.\n  So all you gun waving niggas put down your glocks please\n  No need for playing the hard anymore\n  The bulletproof lyricist is knocking at your door\n  So open up let me in lets get nasty if you want to\n  I'll freak dat butt like a filt by Heather Hunter\n  Touch you touch you I might just buss you\n  Buss your shit MC turned eastcoast kid\n  How I swing bounce to brooklyn\n  No need to tell you what I part took in\n  Just know Heather B. is back in town\n  Its no question all glocks down\n  [Chorus]\n  Glocks down, hit'em with that funky sound\n  I can break it down like whatever you want (say 4x)\n  [Verse 2]\n  Walking with middle finger up brown tims steppin' through\n  Coming soon to a corner spot near you\n  Its the side walkin' rap talkin' hip hop sister\n  No need to try me misss-ter\n  You got rhymes go for it we need no chorus\n  Freestyles comin' from da door\n  And who's testin' the untestable styles flexible\n  You gonna haveta bounce twelve rounds\n  TKO by the third fuck what you heard\n  I didn't feel like playing around\n  'cause you's part-time witha part rhyme committing no crimes\n  And claiming to be hard on the block\n  So feel my funk my beat my vibe\n  Recognize that I'm live or alive you know the time\n  Kid just raise up rise up open your eyes up\n  I already got you sized up so wise up BITCH\n  A \"L\" to the neck a double duece I'm best\n  And now my mind set I'll be rowdy through the death\n  Due us part on love rock crew right here in heart\n  don't even play me son you'll get did done\n  Turnin' all gats or guns I'll leave you shorty with her hair undone\n  And then you know Heather B. is back in town\n  So no question all glocks down\n  Chorus\n  [Verse 3]\n  I got my peeps to my left side and then my right\n  Can't wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife\n  I love the orange light from the dutch master tip\n  My whole crew bent a half a hunned gone spit\n  Chocolate tay true dat yo who him who dat\n  Snatchin' up da \"L\" like a snipher\n  Son you will surely miss the next cipher\n  If you ever tryta hog up the \"L\" again\n  Last one to put in first son to dig in\n  Now I hear you riffin' me while I'm countin' your toke\n  The henloke burns my throat with no jaser\n  I'm feelin vibes by my hip from the black pager\n  Blowin' up for da nine four for da nine five\n  For da nine square either way say word word\n  Heather B. is in there to the most high\n  To the most def no quest all glock down\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":10103941,"name":"All Glocks Down (An L To The Neck Mix)","trackName":"All Glocks Down (An L To The Neck Mix)","artistName":"Heather B","albumName":"90s Underground Hip Hop","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"-] Buckshot Shorty\n\nAll Glocks down arriving is the bulletproof lyricist\n\nAll rude boy big up now here this\nI'm clasic like a coca cola why don't you roll a \"L\"\nAnd make it spiffy are the \"L\"s twisty oh yes lets get lifty\nLong live the rugged female Heather B\nSo all you gun waving niggas put down your Glocks please\nNo need for playing the hard anymore\nThe bulletproof lyricist is knocking at your door\nSo open up let me in lets get nasty if you wanna\nI'll freak dat butt like a film by Heather Hunter\nTouch you, cut you I might just buss you\nBuss your shit MC turned pretty east coast kid\nHow I swing bounce to Brooklyn\nNo need to tell you what I partook in\nJust know Heather B. is back in town\nIt's no question all Glocks down\n\nGlocks down, hit'em with that funky sound\nI can break it down like whatever you want (say 4x)\n\nWalking with middle finger up brown timbs steppin' through\nComing soon to a corner spot near you\nIts the side walkin' rap talkin' hip hop sister\nNo need to try me misss-ter\nYou got rhymes go for it we need no chorus\nFreestyles comin' from da door\nAnd who's testin' the untestable styles flexible\nYou gonna haveta bounce twelve rounds\nTKO by the third fuck what you heard\nI didn't feel like playing around\nCuz you's part-time witha part rhyme committing no crimes\nAnd claiming to be hard on the block\nSo feel my funk my beat my vibe\nRecognize that I'm live or alive you know the time\nKid just raise up rise up open your eyes up\nI already got you sized up so wise up BITCH\nA \"L\" to the neck a double deuce of Becks\nAnd now my mind set I'll be rowdy to the death\nDo us part one love rock crew right here in heart\nDon't even play me son you'll get did done\nTurnin' all gats or guns i'll leave your shorty with her hair undone\nAnd then you know Heather B. is back in town\nSo no question all Glocks down\n\nI got my peeps to my left side and then my right\nCan't wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife\nI love the orange light from the Dutch Master tip\nMy whole crew bent a half a hunned gone spit\nChocolate Thai true dat yo who him who dat\nSnatchin' up da \"L\" like a sniper\nSon you will surely miss the next cipher\nIf you ever tryta hog up the \"L\" again\nLast one to put in first son to dig in\nNow I hear you riffin' me while I'm countin' your toke\nThe henloke burns my throat with no chaser\nI'm feelin vibes by my hip from the black pager\nBlowin' up for da nine four for da nine five\nFor da nine square either way say word word\nHeather B. is in there to the most high\nTo the most def no quest all Glocks down","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All Glocks Down (An L To The Neck Mix)\n  artist: Heather B\n  album: 90s Underground Hip Hop\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  -] Buckshot Shorty\n\n  All Glocks down arriving is the bulletproof lyricist\n\n  All rude boy big up now here this\n  I'm clasic like a coca cola why don't you roll a \"L\"\n  And make it spiffy are the \"L\"s twisty oh yes lets get lifty\n  Long live the rugged female Heather B\n  So all you gun waving niggas put down your Glocks please\n  No need for playing the hard anymore\n  The bulletproof lyricist is knocking at your door\n  So open up let me in lets get nasty if you wanna\n  I'll freak dat butt like a film by Heather Hunter\n  Touch you, cut you I might just buss you\n  Buss your shit MC turned pretty east coast kid\n  How I swing bounce to Brooklyn\n  No need to tell you what I partook in\n  Just know Heather B. is back in town\n  It's no question all Glocks down\n\n  Glocks down, hit'em with that funky sound\n  I can break it down like whatever you want (say 4x)\n\n  Walking with middle finger up brown timbs steppin' through\n  Coming soon to a corner spot near you\n  Its the side walkin' rap talkin' hip hop sister\n  No need to try me misss-ter\n  You got rhymes go for it we need no chorus\n  Freestyles comin' from da door\n  And who's testin' the untestable styles flexible\n  You gonna haveta bounce twelve rounds\n  TKO by the third fuck what you heard\n  I didn't feel like playing around\n  Cuz you's part-time witha part rhyme committing no crimes\n  And claiming to be hard on the block\n  So feel my funk my beat my vibe\n  Recognize that I'm live or alive you know the time\n  Kid just raise up rise up open your eyes up\n  I already got you sized up so wise up BITCH\n  A \"L\" to the neck a double deuce of Becks\n  And now my mind set I'll be rowdy to the death\n  Do us part one love rock crew right here in heart\n  Don't even play me son you'll get did done\n  Turnin' all gats or guns i'll leave your shorty with her hair undone\n  And then you know Heather B. is back in town\n  So no question all Glocks down\n\n  I got my peeps to my left side and then my right\n  Can't wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife\n  I love the orange light from the Dutch Master tip\n  My whole crew bent a half a hunned gone spit\n  Chocolate Thai true dat yo who him who dat\n  Snatchin' up da \"L\" like a sniper\n  Son you will surely miss the next cipher\n  If you ever tryta hog up the \"L\" again\n  Last one to put in first son to dig in\n  Now I hear you riffin' me while I'm countin' your toke\n  The henloke burns my throat with no chaser\n  I'm feelin vibes by my hip from the black pager\n  Blowin' up for da nine four for da nine five\n  For da nine square either way say word word\n  Heather B. is in there to the most high\n  To the most def no quest all Glocks down\n"}]