All Glocks Down - Intellectual

[Intro]

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