Lyrics Luchini AKA This Is It - Camp Lo

This is it, what?
Luchini pouring from the sky
Let's get rich, what?
The jiggy vines, the sugar dimes
Can't quit, what?
Now pop the cork and steam the Vega and get lit
What, what, what?

Introducing phantom of the dark, walk through my heaven
With levitation from reefers, drenching divas in E7
Showboating with Rugers, flash vines, Belafonte vigor
Let's skate for what this worth as we confiscate your figures

Casanova Brown levitating jiggy in dashikis
A la hotta car, 54, chasing 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 catching black-eyed blues

I play the defe', 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 sautéers, souffléers for swerving on corners
We magnets to moolah, living with Charlie's Angels on us
No smiling, we're sliding, that gets you caught up in the 'octor
Or deaded for moving, it's just like that as we proceed

Saturday night special, better take it light, you Jah Jah
You're a Capitan, 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 pouring from the sky
Let's get rich, what?
The jiggy vines, the sugar dimes
Can't quit, what?
Now pop the cork and steam the Vega and get lit, what?
This is it, what?
This is it, what?
Luchini pouring from the sky
Let's get rich, what?
The jiggy vines and sugar dimes
Can't quit, what?
Now pop the cork and steam the Vega and get lit
What, what, what?

Fallen pharaohs courtesies 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 hailing 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
Stoning, robbing, we heisting merchandise and gunning
Love it, leave it, but bless the war chief for his bison
Get it, got it, the Lo will forever be nice and

Yeah, the Sonny Cheeba, he be sipping Amaret-tah
The Geechi Gracious, he be sipping Amaret-tah
We float the tri-state draped in the satin vines
This Coolie High jack-packed from the sugar shack
Then what we do after we sip the Amaret-tah
We start the Harlem River Quiver, dig it, sweet daddy
Sharpen the crimson blade, High Sierra serenade
Anatomy for seduction be this ebony junction

As we exit the place with grace
Drizzy Amaret-tah, the bursting of clouds, it pours
Everything seems better on flats, with love we, move
Only in the mist, it's Lo, it's life and we can't get enough of this (yeah)

This is it, what?
Luchini pouring from the sky
Let's get rich, what?
The jiggy vines and sugar dimes
Can't quit, what?
Now pop the cork and steam the Vega and get lit, what?
This is it, what?
This is it, what?
Luchini pouring from the sky
Let's get rich, what?
The jiggy vines and sugar dimes
Can't 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 sipping Amaret-tah
The Geechy Grace, yes, he be sipping Amaret-tah
The Joe Chink, he be sipping Amaret-tah
The Chaquita, yeah, G be sipping Amaret-tah
We got Asti Spumante with Amaret-tah
And then my man, Ill Will sip Amaret-tah
And then my man Cab', in the sight sipping that
We slide through the tri-state with the high-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 the ziggy butt-ocks
And all of that, yeah