E-40 - Carlos Rossi lyrics

(b-legit) What's up fool, i got like 3 buck on the rossi Let's go get perved (e-40) You don't wanna get perved, n***a You don't wanna f** wit this rossi sh** (...) Man, don't forget the ice man (e-40) Oh, you want something to O.k. (chorus) Top of the line wine, carlos rossi Drinkin' on some of of that top of the line wine, carlos rossi (e-40) Top of the line wine carlos rossi, man I drinks it all the time it's extra satisfying Three of four times a day you can catch me drivin Back and forth to the liquor store buyin Jugs and jugs of tha sh** cause i'm addicted wit no denying Perving, swervin rannin all into the f**in curb and If i get one more d.u.i. then it's curtains I can't cope, i guess i'm a alcoholic sometimes i hit the chronic It's just like gin and tonic when it's time to get erotic 5.99 for a big a** bottle of rossi wine it's right on time Once you become a member of my drinkin' club you will find The key to set ya free so give it a try But don't mistake it for chablis unless you already high Spread the word get sprung and drink it with ya down chromes That's another word for sohobs, potna, folks, homies Every motherf**in' year We do this sh** every other f**in' day if not every day But anyway i want Chorus (b-legit) Hocus motherf**in' pocus The top of the line wine, yeah n***a that's the dopest And if you in the click, them motherf**ers notice That we be downin jugs from the tallest to the shortest Everywhere i go, people wants to know What's the name of that sh** you and the click be like f**in' wit I keeps it on a hunch on the ... cause brother i be perved f**in' wit some sh** that will send you to the curb And if you wit a b**h, then n***a you nice Cause rossi goes good wit some dank over ice Take her to the telly let the wine fill her belly Fired up some smelly then ya jammin' like jelly Bust a couple of nuts, hit the bu*t and than the grill Dick hard like i did time up in vacaville But still i be bossy (e-40) What you f**in' wit though? (b-legit) f** wit some of that top of the line wine (e-40) Yeah n***a (b-legit) Carlos rossi Chorus (e-40) Sunny day, sky blue, sh**, i think imma barbecue Let me get my a** up outta bed and call up the whole motherf**in' crew Ray you bring the chicken, kaveo you bring the links Mugzy you bring the hamburger meat and i'll supply the drinks sh** it's good to be on damn it I got suga-t in the house whippin' up some potatoe salad 4 slabs of ribs up in the refrigerator marinatin' Bring home the .. i got tha .. and i can't be waitin' Well, what do you know, though the door comes kaveo (kaveo) You know! (e-40) Mugzy and tap that a**, t-pup and hell and moe Thick a** n***as like b-legit and e-duece .... mac shawn, mac d-shot and little bruce The man behind the counter of the liqourstore loves me Be ... and ready to hug me On the strength that i done spend Over a g within a week on the carlos rossi