(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