Carlos Rossi

(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