Kurious - Top Notch Lyrics
[kurious]Kurious the mother*****in magician with the wand, is(tell em) the man, if I uhh, blow like (blaow)Jizz in your grill, constipated for realWith the shit to fulfill, combined with mad skillBrew in the freezer, no time for *****-teasersAsthmatic wheezer gives more props to a skeezerWhy? simply cause she know what she wantShe wont say, Im so horny, and then frontWhen my brain is racin triple timeWith thoughts of *****in you, on my mindYou say its fine, I find it rather oddLeave me with my dick mad hard, mentally scarredPoppin that shit when I said from the gitty-upI wanted to slay that ass, lick your titties upFakin moves ***** you need to stopTell you straight up, cause my notch is topChorus: repeat 4xNow I hold my crotch..Why the ***** you hold crotch?.. cause Im top notch -> de la soul[kadi]Mister, huh huh is it all about blunts?Simulatin ideas, just confusin the drunksCheck this out I dont get down like thatCause me and the magician come with tricks in out hatsAnd pats on the backs is somethin I dont needWhen I realized that its triggered by the greedIn your heart, you cant play me, like a dartAll you wanna see is the progression on the chartsRemarks on your memos, change the numbers on your checksBut does it really matter when you girl gives me straight neck?(straight up baby) aww *****, I guess youre outta luckNow you understand? youre walkin like a duckThe, truth hurts uhh, your girl flirtsAnd I walk by you, with frustrating smirksJerks get played by the tricks of my mindA call costs a quarter so Id never drop a dimeChorus[psycho les]Ba-ba-bam! smack you in the face with mudNow look at your grill, *****in shit got bloodOn my shirt, back the mother***** up jerkIts the wicked, psycho les puttin in workNijjas got me flippin right to the other setI smoke punk niggaz like my name was boba fettI drop bombs, that land on your momsI smoke the 808 blizznuts, ***** the tom-tomsBeatnuts, number one sin-ner*****in around with the (? ? ? )***** drink one to the head - boomSo when I pop my dick, hit the bed!Suck, on your tits and eat the cakeStick my dick and filled the *****es like shakeOooh oooh, nut and check my watchI gotta be ghost, cause Im *****in top notchChorus{*needle drags across record*}Yo what the ***** you doin? why youYo whatd you stop the track for? ?Dont be scared, its only me, playin..Ahhhhhhhhh! who is it? ?[lucien]Hey yo here comes the french flavorMad lucien black, dont sleep on my behaviorI pack a glock then a black bust a capOn a cop if you try to step you get poppedPops you dont know me, Im raw like sushiStraight from france so dont play me like a *****(cmon, a french gangster) aiyyo, how did you figure?And when I drop shit you say, damn thats a french nigga!Yo, nigga from the woods kept swanginWith the c.m., and yo check out what we brangin[lucien starts rapping in french]Je continue, je flambe, vous connaissez ma ligne(don-key style) - (? ? )Eh yo, ta meuf me fait signeDirection les toilettesPlus rien ne marrteEt je pte fait la fteEt coups dttes dans ta tteComme un requin vicieux depuis 82, sacre bleuBire dans lestomac et de lherbe dans les yeux(ahhahahahahaha !!!)Que ce passe-t-il je titube, cest bizarrrre..{*needle drags across record to end song*}
