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