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Camp Lo - Luchini AKA 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 scream the vigga 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 scream the vigga 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 takin' flights down to Florence We sensation spanish flyin with the lady Scarface Bottoms up sunshine.. Love Potion Number 9 And we headin from the magic city, transcending sweet Up on your aura, find 'chini 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 scream the vigga 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 |
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