Camp Lo Luchini (this Is It) Lyrics

Luchini (this Is It) Lyrics

Intro:

This is it (What?!)
Luchini pourin' from the sky
Lets get
rich (What?!)
The cheeky vines
The sugar dimes
Cant quit
(What?!)
Now pop the cork and steam the vega
And get lit (What?! What?!
What?!)

Verse One:

Introducin' phantom of the dark
Walk
through my heaven with levitation
From efficient
and these leathers
showboatin with Rugars
Flash vines Belafonte vigga
Lets get for what it's
worth
As we confiscate your figgas

Cassanova brown levitatin jiggy in
da shiggy's
In la hotta Car 54 chasin diamond runners
Headin ice bound,
where every chilla dime can get
Your Harlem buck strut freezin world hice
Hollywood
Madame Butterfly let me in your house of pleasure
From the
knuckle swat shadowboxin catchin black-eye blues

I play the deef
(What?!)
Sensations at the Monte Barbie screamin (Cheeba!)
For fillin
pleasures at my castles (Blow the smoke out!)
The boss of Vegas substitutes
when the Dutch is gone
The Lo don't stop give me shouts
Its the season
sauters
Souflers for swervin no corners
We magnets to moolah
Livin wit
Charlie's Angels hornets
No smilin were slidin
That gets you caught up in
the octa
Or deaded for movin
Its just like that as we
proceed

Saturday night special better take it lightly Ja-Jiyah
A
happy time quest to the coast of Key Largo wire-ah
The chain gang keep your
ears out for our years
Sippin' fountain root house of bamboo
paradise

Chorus: repeat 2X

This is it (What?!)
Luchini pourin'
from the sky
Lets get rich (What?!)
The cheeky vines
The sugar
dimes
Cant quit (What?!)
Now pop the cork and steam the vega
And get
lit (What?!)
[1st time] This is it (What?!)
[2nd time] (What?!
What?!)

Verse Two:

For these feral herds of seas of black cheese
that I can't missa
Silky Days, satin nights taken flights down
We
sensation spanish flyin with the lady Scarface
Bottoms up sunshine.. Love
Potion Number 9

And we headin from the magic city chessin this
sweet
On your orifachiny in London
Relaxation in Bora Bora
Got notion
to bring it... sing it
Love up in my function
Stonin... robbin
We
hiestin merchandise and gunnin
Love it... leave it
But bless the war
chief or his bison
Get it... got it
The Lo will forever be
nicin

Yeah; the Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta
The Geechie
Gracious he be sippin Armaretta
We float the tri-state drink in this satin
vines
This Coolie High jack pack from the sugar shack
Then what we do
after we sip the Armaretta
We start the Harlem River quiver
Dig it sweet
daddy
Sharpen the crimson blade
High sierra seranade
Anatomy for
seduction be this here
Jealousy...

Enter the place with
grace
Jersey Armaretta the burstin of clouds
It pours.. everything seems
better
Or flats with love we move
Only in the mist
Its Lo its
life
And we can't get enough of this

Chorus: repeat 2X

This is
it (What?!)
Luchini pourin' from the sky
Lets get rich (What?!)
The
cheeky vines; the sugar dimes
Cant quit (What?!)
Now pop the cork and
steam the vega
And get lit (What?!)
[1st time] This is it
(What?!)
[2nd time] This is it (What?!)
(x2)

Outro:

Yeah
The Sonny Cheeba he be sippin
Armaretta
The Geechy Gracious he be sippin Armaretta
The Joe King he be
sippin Armaretta
The Chaquita Kid he be sippin Armaretta
We got high
stakes for mine Kiwa Armaretta
And then my man Ill Will sip Armaretta
And
then my man Cab in the tray sippin that
We slide through the Tri-State with
the hi-hat
And then I float side-to-side in my Coolie High
And then I
peep the sunset with this Spanish Fly
Yeah
And then I float down south
with the Boogie Flats
And then I slide up in-between a ziggy
And all of
that gibs