CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Droppin Gramma (Tic Mix) [Original Mix]
Main One ft. O.C. - “Droppin Gramma (Tic Mix)”
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)
Uh, check it out
I hold my own like I’m masturbating—f**k 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 sh*t like parking tickets
Get the hint, kid. Your crew getting twisted
Cowards be acting like it’s Hollywood, fronting mental
f**k 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?
(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
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 sh*t was too intense for the average
Mindstate to take in, but, with O, that’s what you’re facing
f**k that. Ain’t gonna tone my sh*t down for
No man. You can be bigger than the Barbarian Conan
Or Crimson Dynamo or Destroyer
Benign evil. Rhymes schemes are c*ck-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 f**king pain
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)
Uh, I’m not the one to be f**ked with like an AIDS patient
Your style’s basic, get no light like a f**king basement
n***a, face it like acne. Your style is wack, G
I’m bagging emcees like Acme. f**k a Grammy
I’m wrecking you and your crew, tax your revenue
Pulling back your wigs like those transsexual n***as do
My style be hitting like a jealous husband. Tell me something:
Why you fronting? Get your whole crew f**ked 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 circ*mcisions
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 n***as all about to f**king feel me
Your “Time’s Up”—ask O.C. n***a, what?
‘Cause this is how it’s going down, son, head to gut
(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
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)
Uh, check it out
I hold my own like I’m masturbating—f**k 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 sh*t like parking tickets
Get the hint, kid. Your crew getting twisted
Cowards be acting like it’s Hollywood, fronting mental
f**k 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?
(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
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 sh*t was too intense for the average
Mindstate to take in, but, with O, that’s what you’re facing
f**k that. Ain’t gonna tone my sh*t down for
No man. You can be bigger than the Barbarian Conan
Or Crimson Dynamo or Destroyer
Benign evil. Rhymes schemes are c*ck-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 f**king pain
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)
Uh, I’m not the one to be f**ked with like an AIDS patient
Your style’s basic, get no light like a f**king basement
n***a, face it like acne. Your style is wack, G
I’m bagging emcees like Acme. f**k a Grammy
I’m wrecking you and your crew, tax your revenue
Pulling back your wigs like those transsexual n***as do
My style be hitting like a jealous husband. Tell me something:
Why you fronting? Get your whole crew f**ked 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 circ*mcisions
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 n***as all about to f**king feel me
Your “Time’s Up”—ask O.C. n***a, what?
‘Cause this is how it’s going down, son, head to gut
(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
