Carlos Rossi – E-40 – letras

(B-Legit)What’s up fool, I got like 3 buck on the RossiLet’s go get perved(E-40)You don’t wanna get perved, niggaYou don’t wanna fuck wit this Rossi shit(…)Man, don’t forget the ice man(E-40)Oh, you want something toO.K.(Chorus)Top of the line wine, Carlos RossiDrinkin’ on some of of that top of the line wine, Carlos Rossi(E-40)Top of the line wine Carlos Rossi, manI drinks it all the time it’s extra satisfyingThree of four times a day you can catch me drivinBack and forth to the liquor store buyinJugs and jugs of tha shit cause I’m addicted wit no denyingPerving, swervin rannin all into the fuckin curb andIf I get one more D.U.I. then it’s curtainsI can’t cope, I guess I’m a alcoholic sometimes I hit the chronicIt’s just like gin and tonic when it’s time to get erotic5.99 for a big ass bottle of Rossi wine it’s right on timeOnce you become a member of my drinkin’ club you will findThe key to set ya free so give it a tryBut don’t mistake it for Chablis unless you already highSpread the word get sprung and drink it with ya down chromesThat’s another word for sohobs, potna, folks, homiesEvery motherfuckin’ yearWe do this shit every other fuckin’ day if not every dayBut anyway I wantChorus(B-Legit)Hocus motherfuckin’ PocusThe top of the line wine, yeah nigga that’s the dopestAnd if you in The Click, them motherfuckers noticethat we be downin jugs from the tallest to the shortestEverywhere I go, people wants to knowWhat’s the name of that shit you and the Click be like fuckin’ witI keeps it on a hunch on the … cause brother I be pervedFuckin’ wit some shit that will send you to the curbAnd if you wit a bitch, then nigga you niceCause Rossi goes good wit some dank over iceTake her to the telly let the wine fill her bellyFired up some smelly then ya jammin’ like jellyBust a couple of nuts, hit the butt and than the grillDick hard like I did time up in VacavilleBut 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 RossiChorus(E-40)Sunny day, sky blue, shit, I think Imma barbecueLet me get my ass up outta bed and call up the whole motherfuckin’ crewRay you bring the chicken, Kaveo you bring the linksMugzy you bring the hamburger meat and I’ll supply the drinksShit it’s good to be on damn itI got Suga-T in the house whippin’ up some potatoe salad4 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 MoeThick ass niggas like B-Legit and E-Duece…. Mac Shawn, Mac D-Shot and Little BruceThe man behind the counter of the liqourstore loves meBe … and ready to hug meOn the strength that I done spend