Текст песни Camp Lo - Luchini (This is It)
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Intro:This is it (What?!)Luchini pourin` from the skyLets get rich (What?!)The cheeky vinesThe sugar dimesCant quit (What?!)Now pop the cork and steam the vegaAnd get lit (What?! What?! What?!)Verse One:Introducin`, phantom of the darkWalk through my heaven with levitationFrom efficientand these leathers showboatin with RugarsFlash vines, Belafonte viggaLets get for what it`s worthAs we confiscate your figgasCassanova brown levitatin jiggy in da shiggy`sIn la hotta Car 54 chasin diamond runnersHeadin ice bound, where every chilla dime can getYour Harlem buck strut freezin world hice HollywoodMadame Butterfly let me in your house of pleasureFrom the knuckle swat shadowboxin catchin black-eye bluesI 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 goneThe Lo don`t stop give me shouts Its the season sautersSouflers for swervin no cornersWe magnets to moolahLivin wit Charlie`s Angels hornetsNo smilin were slidinThat gets you caught up in the octaOr deaded for movinIts just like that as we proceedSaturday night special better take it lightly Ja-Jiyah A happy time quest to the coast of Key Largo wire-ahThe chain gang keep your ears out for our yearsSippin` fountain root house of bamboo paradiseChorus: repeat 2XThis is it (What?!)Luchini pourin` from the skyLets get rich (What?!)The cheeky vinesThe sugar dimesCant quit (What?!)Now pop the cork and steam the vegaAnd 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 missaSilky Days, satin nights taken flights down We sensation spanish flyin with the lady ScarfaceBottoms up sunshine.. Love Potion Number 9And we headin from the magic city chessin this sweetOn your orifachiny in LondonRelaxation in Bora Bora Got notion to bring it... sing itLove up in my functionStonin... robbinWe hiestin merchandise and gunninLove it... leave itBut bless the war chief or his bisonGet it... got itThe Lo will forever be nicinYeah; the Sonny Cheeba he be sippin ArmarettaThe Geechie Gracious he be sippin ArmarettaWe float the tri-state drink in this satin vinesThis Coolie High jack pack from the sugar shackThen what we do after we sip the ArmarettaWe start the Harlem River quiverDig it sweet daddySharpen the crimson bladeHigh sierra seranadeAnatomy for seduction be this hereJealousy...Enter the place with graceJersey Armaretta the burstin of cloudsIt pours.. everything seems betterOr flats with love we moveOnly in the mistIts Lo its lifeAnd we can`t get enough of thisChorus: repeat 2XThis is it (What?!)Luchini pourin` from the skyLets get rich (What?!)The cheeky vines; the sugar dimesCant quit (What?!)Now pop the cork and steam the vegaAnd get lit (What?!)[1st time] This is it (What?!) [2nd time] This is it (What?!) (x2)Outro:YeahThe Sonny Cheeba he be sippin ArmarettaThe Geechy Gracious he be sippin ArmarettaThe Joe King he be sippin ArmarettaThe Chaquita Kid he be sippin ArmarettaWe got high stakes for mine Kiwa ArmarettaAnd then my man Ill Will sip ArmarettaAnd then my man Cab in the tray sippin thatWe slide through the Tri-State with the hi-hatAnd then I float side-to-side in my Coolie HighAnd then I peep the sunset with this Spanish FlyYeahAnd then I float down south with the Boogie FlatsAnd then I slide up in-between a ziggyAnd all of that gibs