Top Notch lyrics

Artist  : Kurious 
Song : Top Notch



 Send "Top Notch" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [kurious]

Kurious the motherfuckin magician
with the wand, is

(tell ’em) the man, if
I uhh, blow like (blaow)

Jizz in your
grill, constipated for real

With the shit
to fulfill, combined with mad skill

Brew in
the freezer, no time for cock-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
fuckin 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 shit
when I said from the gitty-up

I wanted to
slay that ass, lick your titties up

Fakin
moves bitch you need to stop

Tell you
straight up, cause my notch is top



Chorus: repeat 4x



"now I
hold my crotch.."

Why the fuck 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 fuck, 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, fuckin shit got
blood

On my shirt, back the motherfuck up
jerk

It’s the wicked, psycho les puttin
in work

Nijjas got me flippin right to the
other set

I smoke punk niggaz like my name
was boba fett

I drop bombs, that land on
your moms

I smoke the 808 blizznuts, fuck
the tom-toms

Beatnuts, number one
sin-ner

Fuckin around with the (? ? ? )

Bitch drink one to the head - boom

So
when I pop my dick, hit the bed!

Suck, on
your tits and eat the cake

Stick my dick
and filled the bitches like shake

Oooh
oooh, nut and check my watch

I gotta be
ghost, cause I’m fuckin top notch



Chorus



{*needle drags across
record*

Yo what the fuck 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 pussy

(c’mon, a french gangster) aiyyo, how did
you figure? 

And when I drop shit you say,
"damn that’s a french nigga!"

Yo, nigga 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’arrête

Et je pête fait la fête

Et coups d’têtes dans ta tête

Comme
un requin vicieux depuis 82, sacre bleu

Bière dans l’estomac et de l’herbe dans
les yeux

(ahhahahahahaha !!!)

Que ce
passe-t-il je titube, c’est bizarrrre..



{*needle drags across record to end
song*