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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 imma 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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