(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
Et weed enger, dat weiß mer sick Johre. Dä Jan hätt
och jetz sing Arbeit verlore. Hann ich doch jesaat:
Lang ess ussjemaht, dat die ir'ndwann, övver Naach,
zomaache un dat woor't dann. T'ess övverall su,
ir'ndwie dä Wahnsinn. "Weltweite Krise", tja, künnt
jet draan sinn. Ech, ich weiß nit, wodraan et litt, wer
et dann nu woor, wer die Kaar'n der Dreck kutschiert
hätt. Oh, Mann, wie lang gläuvte mir dodraan, dat die
Chefetage do noch für uns draan drieht! Wer weiß,
ahm Engk wöhr dat nit passiert, hätt sich unsereinsens fröh jenooch jewehrt.
Besser wöhr et schon, et möht sich bloß ens wer
bemöhe. Besser wöhr et schon, wiesu jraad ich?
Ich hann zo dunn. Besser wöhr et schon, doch wat
ess hück schon noch wie fröher? Besser wöhr et
schon nur, wie jesaat: ich hann zo dunn.
O.K. Mann, mer will jo nit klaare. Nä'm Ähnz,Mann, et ess zo erdraare. Schad eijentlich, wat et
Tanja un ich uns sick'e paar Johr alles en de Hoor
jeschmiert hann! Oh, Mann, hätt ich bloß noch ensdie Chance, wenn du wöss, wie't Tanja mich ens
fasziniert hätt. Wer weiß, ahm Engk wöhr dat nit
passiert, hätte mir uns mieh fürnander intressiert.