Kurious - Top Notch lyrics

[Kurious] Kurious the motherf**in magician with the wand, is (tell 'em) the man, if I uhh, blow like (BLAOW) Jizz in your grill, constipated for real With the sh** to fulfill, combined with mad sk** Brew in the freezer, no time for co*k-teasers Asthmatic wheezer gives more props to a skeezer Why? Simply cause she know what she want She won't say, "I'm so horny," and then front When my brain is racin triple time With thoughts of f**in you, on my mind You say it's fine, I find it rather odd Leave me with my dick mad hard, mentally scarred Poppin that sh** when I said from the gitty-up I wanted to slay that a**, lick your titties up Fakin moves b**h you need to stop Tell you straight up, cause my notch is top Chorus: repeat 4X "Now I hold my crotch.." Why the f** you hold crotch? ".. cause I'm top notch" -> De La Soul [Kadi] Mister, Huh Huh is it all about blunts? Simulatin ideas, just confusin the drunks Check this out I don't get down like that Cause me and the magician come with tricks in out hats And pats on the backs is somethin I don't need When I realized that it's triggered by the greed In your heart, you can't play me, like a dart All you wanna see is the progression on the charts Remarks on your memos, change the numbers on your checks But does it really matter when you girl gives me straight neck? (Straight up baby) Aww f**, I guess you're outta luck Now you understand? You're walkin like a duck The, truth hurts uhh, your girl flirts And I walk by you, with frustrating smirks Jerks get played by the tricks of my mind A call costs a quarter so I'd never drop a dime Chorus [Psycho Les] Ba-ba-BAM! Smack you in the face with mud Now look at your grill, f**in sh** got blood On my shirt, back the motherf** up jerk It's the wicked, Psycho Les puttin in work Nijjas got me flippin right to the other set I smoke punk n***as like my name was Boba Fett I drop bombs, that land on your moms I smoke the 808 blizznuts, f** the tom-toms Beatnuts, number one sin-ner f**in around with the (???) b**h drink one to the head - BOOM SO WHEN I POP MY DICK, HIT THE BED! s**, on your tits and eat the cake Stick my dick and filled the b**hes like shake Oooh oooh, nut and check my watch I gotta be ghost, cause I'm f**in top notch Chorus {*needle drags across record*} Yo what the f** you doin? Why you YO WHAT'D YOU STOP THE TRACK FOR?? Don't be scared, it's only me, playin.. AHHHHHHHHH! WHO IS IT?? [Lucien] Hey yo here comes the French flavor Mad Lucien black, don't sleep on my behavior I pack a Glock then a black bust a cap On a cop if you try to step you get popped Pops you don't know me, I'm raw like sushi Straight from France so don't play me like a p**y (C'mon, a French gangster) Aiyyo, how did you figure? And when I drop sh** you say, "Damn that's a French n***a!" Yo, n***a from The Woods kept swangin With 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 signe Direction les toilettes Plus rien ne m'arr阾e Et je p阾e fait la f阾e Et coups d't阾es dans ta t阾e Comme un requin vicieux depuis 82, sacre bleu Bi鑢e dans l'estomac et de l'herbe dans les yeux (Ahhahahahahaha !!!) Que ce pa**e-t-il je titube, c'est bizarrrre.. {*needle drags across record to end song*}