Camp Lo

Camp Lo - Luchini This Is It lyrics

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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
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Language: English

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