E-40 – Carlos Rossi Lyrics

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(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, nigga
You don't wanna fuck wit this
Rossi shit

(...)
Man, don't forget the ice man
(E-40)
Oh, you want something to
O.K

(Chorus)
Top of the line wine, Carlos Rossi
Perkin' off some 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 shit because I'm addicted with no denying
Pervin
Swervin, runnin all into the fuckin curb and

If I get one more D.U.I. then it's curtains
I can't call it, 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 ass 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 your down chromies
That's another word for sahobs, patna, folks, homies
Every motherfuckin' year
We do this shit every other fuckin' day if not every day
But anyway I want

Chorus

(B-Legit)
Hocus motherfuckin' Pocus
The top of the line wine yeah, nigga, that's the dopest
And if you in The Click, them motherfuckers 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 shit you and the Click be like fuckin' wit
I keeps it on a hush on the ... cause brother I be perved
Fuckin' wit some shit that will send you to the curb
And if you wit a bitch, then nigga 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 butt and than the grill
Dick hard like I did time up in Vacaville
But still I be bossy
(E-40)
What you fuckin' wit though?
(B-Legit)
Fuck wit some of that top of the line wine
(E-40)
Yeah nigga
(B-Legit)
Carlos Rossi

Chorus

(E-40)
Sunny day, sky blue, shit, I think I'mma barbecue
Let me get my ass up outta
Bed and call up the whole motherfuckin' crew
Ray you bring the chicken, Kaveo
You bring the links
Mugzy you bring the hamburger meat, and I'll supply the
Drinks

Shit it's fixin' to be on dammit
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 munchies 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 ass, T-Pup and Hell and Moe
Thick ass niggas like B-Legit and E-Duece
.... Mac Shawn, Mac D-Shot and Little Bruce
The man behind the counter of the liquor store loves me
Be damn near ready to hug me
On the strength that I done spend
Over a G within a week off the Carlos Rossi

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