Camp Lo - Luchini AKA This Is It Lyrics

This is it, what
Luchini pourin' from the sky
Lets get rich, what
The jiggy vines and sugar dimes
Cant quit, what
Now pop the cork and steam the Vega
And get lit, what, what, what

Introducin' phantom of the dark
Walk through my heaven with levitation
From reefers, drenching divas in E7
Showboatin' with Rugars
Flash vines, Belafonte vigor
Lets skate for what it's worth
As we confiscate your figures

Casanova Brown, levitatin' jiggy in dashikis
A la hotta car, 54, chasin diamond runners
Headed ice bound, the big chilla diamond convention
Harlem Buck Strut, freezing world heist, Hollywood
Madame Butterfly let me in your house of pleasure
From the knuckle Swatch, shadowboxers catchin' black-eyed blues

I play the thief, what
Sensations at the Mardi Gras be screaming Chee-ba
Fulfilling pleasures in my castles, blow the smoke out
The Garcia Vega substitutes when the Dutch is gone
The Lo don't stop, give me shouts
It's the seasoned sauteers
Soufflers for swervin' on corners
We magnets to moolah
Livin' with Charlie's Angels on us
No smilin' were slidin'
That gets you caught up in the octa
Or deaded for movin'
It's just like that as we proceed

Saturday night special better take it light, you Jah Jah
You're a captain, quest to the coast of Key Largo
Wire the chain gang, keep your ears out for Roy Ayers
Sip the Fontainebleau, house of bamboo paradise

This is it, what
Luchini pourin' from the sky
Lets get rich, what
The jiggy vines and sugar dimes
Cant quit, what
Now pop the cork and steam the Vega
And get lit, what

This is it, what
Luchini pourin' from the sky
Lets get rich, what
The jiggy vines and sugar dimes
Cant quit, what
Now pop the cork and steam the Vega
And get lit, what, what, what

Fallen pharaohs courtesy of Black Caesar, the convincer
Silky days, satin nights, taking flight, Donald Goines
Sweet sensation Spanish flying with the lady Scarface
Bottoms up sunshine, Love Potion No. 9

And we hailin' from the Magic City
Transcending Suede-a on your aura
Found 'chini in London, relaxation in Bora Bora
Got notion to bring it, sing it, never been my function
Stonin', robbin', we hiestin' merchandise and gunnin'
Love it, leave it, but bless the war chief for his bison
Get it, got it, the Lo will forever be nicin'

Yeah, the Sonny Cheeba he be sippin' Armaretta
The Geechie Grace, yes, he be sippin' Armaretta
We float the tri-state drink in this satin vines
This Coolie Hijacked packed 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 serenade
Anatomy for seduction be this ebony junction

Yeah, as we exit the place with grace
Drizzy Armaretta, the burstin' of clouds
It pours, everything seems better on flats with love
We move, only in the mist
It's Lo, its life
And we can't get enough of this

Yeah, this is it, what
Luchini pourin' from the sky
Lets get rich, what
The jiggy vines and sugar dimes
Cant quit, what
Now pop the cork and steam the Vega
And get lit, what
This is it, what

This is it, what
Luchini pourin' from the sky
Lets get rich, what
The jiggy vines and sugar dimes
Cant quit, what
Now pop the cork and steam the Vega
And get lit, what
This is it, what
This is it, what

Yeah, the Sonny Cheeba he be sippin' Armaretta
The Geechie Grace, yes, he be sippin' Armaretta
The Joe Chink he be sippin' Armaretta
The Chaquita, yeah G be sippin' Armaretta
We got Asti Spumante with Armaretta
And then my man Ill Will sip Armaretta
And then my man Cab in the sight 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 do something with this Spanish Fly, yeah
And then I float down south with the Boogie Flats
And then I slide up in between a ziggy buttocks
And all of that, yeah