What's up fool, I got like 3 on the rossi go get perved (E-40) You don't get perved, nigga You don't wanna fuck wit rossi shit ( ) Man, don't the ice man (E-40) Oh, you want to O.k
Top of the line wine, rossi Drinkin' on of of that top of the line wine, carlos rossi
Top of the wine carlos rossi, man I drinks it all the time extra satisfying of four times a day you can catch me drivin Back and forth to the liquor buyin Jugs and jugs of tha cause I'm addicted wit no denying Perving, swervin rannin all into the curb and If I get one more d.u.i. then it's I cope, I guess I'm a alcoholic sometimes I hit the chronic It's just like gin and tonic when time to get erotic 5.99 For a big ass bottle of wine it's right on time Once you become a member of my drinkin' club you will The key to set ya so give it a try But don't mistake it for chablis you already high Spread the word get sprung and drink it with ya down another word for sohobs, potna, folks, homies Every year We do this shit every fuckin' day if not every day But I want
Top of the wine, carlos rossi Drinkin' on some of of top of the line wine, carlos rossi
motherfuckin' pocus The top of the wine, yeah nigga that's the dopest And if you in the click, them notice That we be downin jugs the tallest to the shortest Everywhere I go, wants to know What's the name of shit you and the click be like fuckin' wit I keeps it on a hunch on the brother I be perved Fuckin' wit shit that will send you to the curb And if you wit a bitch, nigga you nice Cause rossi goes wit some dank over ice Take her to the let the wine fill her belly Fired up smelly then ya jammin' like jelly Bust a couple of nuts, hit the butt and the grill hard like I did time up in vacaville But still I be (E-40) What you fuckin' wit (B-legit) Fuck wit some of that top of the wine (E-40) nigga (B-legit) Carlos
Top of the line wine, rossi Drinkin' on some of of that top of the wine, carlos rossi
Sunny day, sky blue, shit, I think barbecue Let me get my ass up outta bed and call up the whole crew Ray you bring the chicken, kaveo you bring the Mugzy you bring the meat and I'll supply the drinks Shit good to be on damn it I got suga-t in the house whippin' up potatoe salad 4 Slabs of ribs up in the refrigerator Bring home the I got tha and I can't be Well, do you know, though the door comes kaveo (Kaveo) You (E-40) Mugzy and tap ass, t-pup and hell and moe Thick ass niggas like b-legit and Mac shawn, mac d-shot and bruce The man behind the counter of the loves me Be and to hug me On the strength that I done Over a g within a on the carlos rossi