Top Notch lyrics

[Verse 1 : Kurious]
Kurious the motherf*ckin 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*t to fulfill, combined with mad skill
Brew in the freezer, no time for c*ck-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*ckin you, on my mind
You say it's fine, I find it rather odd
Leave me with my di*k mad hard, mentally scarred
Poppin that sh*t when I said from the gitty-up
I wanted to slay that ass, lick your titties up
Fakin moves b*tch you need to stop
Tell you straight up, cause my notch is top

[Chorus : De La Soul]
"Now I hold my crotch.."
Why the f*ck you hold crotch?
".. cause I'm top notch"
"Now I hold my crotch.."
Why the f*ck you hold crotch?
".. cause I'm top notch"
"Now I hold my crotch.."
Why the f*ck you hold crotch?
".. cause I'm top notch"
"Now I hold my crotch.."
Why the f*ck you hold crotch?
".. cause I'm top notch"
[Verse 2 : 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*ck, 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
j*rks get played by the tricks of my mind
A call costs a quarter so I'd never drop a dime

[Chorus : De La Soul]
"Now I hold my crotch.."
Why the f*ck you hold crotch?
".. cause I'm top notch"
"Now I hold my crotch.."
Why the f*ck you hold crotch?
".. cause I'm top notch"
"Now I hold my crotch.."
Why the f*ck you hold crotch?
".. cause I'm top notch"
"Now I hold my crotch.."
Why the f*ck you hold crotch?
".. cause I'm top notch"
[Verse 3 : Psycho Les]
Ba-ba-bam ! Smack you in the face with mud
Now look at your grill, f*ckin sh*t got blood
On my shirt, back the motherf*ck up j*rk
It's the wicked, Psycho Les puttin in work
Nijjas got me flippin right to the other set
I smoke punk n*ggas like my name was Boba Fett
I drop bombs, that land on your moms
I smoke the 808 blizznuts, f*ck the tom-toms
Beatnuts, number one sin-ner
f*ckin around with the [Don-key MORENAS]
b*tch drink one to the head - BOOM
(SO WHEN I POP MY di*k, HIT THE BED)
Suck, on your tits and eat the cake
Stick my di*k and filled the b*tches like shake
Oooh oooh, nut and check my watch
I gotta be ghost, cause I'm f*ckin top notch

[Chorus : De La Soul]
"Now I hold my crotch.."
Why the f*ck you hold crotch?
".. cause I'm top notch"
"Now I hold my crotch.."
Why the f*ck you hold crotch?
".. cause I'm top notch"
"Now I hold my crotch.."
Why the f*ck you hold crotch?
".. cause I'm top notch"
"Now I hold my crotch.."
Why the f*ck you hold crotch?
".. cause I'm top notch"
[Bridge]
{*needle drags across record*}
Yo what the f*ck 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 pus*y
(C'mon, a French gangster ?) Aiyyo, how did you figure?
And when I drop sh*t you say, "Damn that's a French n*gga!"
Yo, n*gga 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 pète, fait la fête
Et coup d'tête dans ta téte
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*}