Carlos Rossi Lyrics by 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, 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
    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 shit cause I'm addicted wit no denying
    Perving, swervin rannin all into the fuckin 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 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 ya down chromes
    That's another word for sohobs, potna, 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 hunch 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 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 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 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

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