Main One ft. O.C. - “Droppin Gramma (Nick Wiz Mix)”
[Emcee(s): Main One and O.C.]
[Producer(s): Nick Wiz]
[Intro: Main One]
Main One, what? O.C. How we get down?
[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]
Yo, yo, yo
Your style’s pussy like Sunshine. I tie that ass
In a knot like yoga class in no time
I love it how you cowards sweat it, and if
You cowards want beef, I got the A.1., so come with it
I set that ass up like a blind date, so skate ‘cause you
And your entourage ain’t got it in you, so don’t move fake
I stretch ‘em out like a gym first and last and treat ‘em
Like Siamese twins, split their wack ass in half
I flip wigs like Regine on Living Single and shatter
Your whole persona from the drama that I bring you
(That I bring you) I welcome all to my arena (My arena)
Shoot up your career like Selena with the nine-heater
I hold it down like paperweights, you can’t escape. The minute
You fake or move, I pull the tool and let it bake. Main One
[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). Can we gets down?
No doubt, (no question)
[Verse 3: Main One]
My tracks be banging like a whorehouse, and no doubt
That if you fake jacks, I’m running all up in your mouth
I break emcees up like divorce course, so step forth
You better recognize, acknowledge the fact that I comes off
I’m representing my Boricuas to the death of me
So get it through your head like John F. Kennedy, don’t step to me
Indeed, I bring it all the time like condoms to the telly
You heads ain’t ready to go to war or hold the burner steady
So you and yours should step aboard and try to step off
‘Cause I’ma wear ‘em backwards like they’re down with fucking crisscross
(Crisscross) You couldn’t come off if you masturbated. Stop hating
‘Cause I intend to make it complicated. Stop faking
Main One is not the one—you know the fade ‘cause when
Me and you face off, I’ll leave ‘em dead like…
[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
