Top Notch Lyrics

Top Notch lyrics

[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*