Droppin Gramma (Tic Mix) [Clean Mix]

Lyrics

Main One ft. O.C. - "Droppin Gramma (Tic Mix)" [Emcee(s): Main One and O.C.] [Producer(s): Tic] [Hook: Main One and (O.C.)] Can we gets down? No doubt, (no question).  This is how We do, coming through on your section.  (Can we get down?) (No doubt), no question. (This is how) (We do, coming through on your section) [Verse 1: Main One] Uh, check it out I hold my own like I'm masturbating—fuck the faking My rhymes get iller, style disturb like a Bellevue patient The Main delivers like an obstetrician—who you kidding? I get you open like a malnutrition in the kitchen Lyrically gifted, I rip shit like parking tickets Get the hint, kid. Your crew getting twisted Cowards be acting like it's Hollywood, fronting mental Fuck with Main, I hurt your ass like a homosexual I stain emcees like bed sheets—watch me wreck these Represent these. Coward, please, you shouldn't test these The Main Uno molest your style like Menudo Strip away your title like Tyson did Frank Bruno I'm lacing emcees like the Foot Locker, ripping proper Drugging competition like a doctor—understand me, partner? [Hook: Main One and (O.C.)] (Can we get down?) (No doubt), no question. (This is how) (We do, coming through on your section). Can we gets down? No doubt, (no question). This is how We do, coming through on your section [Verse 2: O.C.] My lyrical tendencies expand all the way To Japan, even Italians in Sicily My rhymes enter your enzymes Multiply my intellect by yours ten times Who thought O-Period-C-Period was in effect no more? Managed to stay afloat, so, therefore, your Assumption was a sigh of relief. The chief Who never leave his Indians in times of grief bust it You got a bird's-eye view of me, for an album Of change didn't sell, though my presence still remain Some say my shit was too intense for the average Mindstate to take in, but, with O, that's what you're facing Fuck that. Ain't gonna tone my shit down for No man. You can be bigger than the Barbarian Conan Or Crimson Dynamo or Destroyer Benign evil. Rhymes schemes are cock-diesel, this be Foreplay before the actual orgasmic Climax to masses with strategies and passes Tongue lashes, O-Zone is my home Figure to shine like white gold flooded with stones Fans maintain, you'll have a lot to gain And watch Main One, son, bring the fucking pain [Hook: Main One and (O.C.)] Can we gets down? No doubt, (no question). This is how We do, coming through on your section. (Can we get down?) (No doubt), no question. (This is how) (We do, coming through on your section) [Verse 3: Main One] Uh, I'm not the one to be fucked with like an AIDS patient Your style's basic, get no light like a fucking basement Nigga, face it like acne. Your style is wack, G I'm bagging emcees like Acme. Fuck a Grammy I'm wrecking you and your crew, tax your revenue Pulling back your wigs like those transsexual niggas do My style be hitting like a jealous husband. Tell me something: Why you fronting? Get your whole crew fucked up for nothing I snatch careers like a purse thief. Couldn't hurt these Get rid of Main. The Main's for life like catching herpes I break it down like mathematicians, steady razor-spitting Impeach your ass like Nixon, push 'em back like circumcisions I put the squeeze on competition like Mr. Ripper Plain and simple, ain't too many emcees got the skills that I do I'm breaking emcees up like… bring it to me I got a line of niggas all about to fucking feel me Your "Time's Up"—ask O.C. Nigga, what? 'Cause this is how it's going down, son, head to gut [Hook: Main One and (O.C.)] (x2) (Can we get down?) (No doubt), no question. (This is how) (We do, coming through on your section). Can we gets down? No doubt, (no question). This is how We do, coming through on your section