Camp Lo 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
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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
Lyrics: Luchini (This is it), Camp Lo [end]