Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Luchini, artist - Camp Lo. Date of issue: 14.09.1997
Song language: English
Luchini |
| 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 scream the vigga |
| 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 scream the vigga |
| And get lit (What?!) |
| This is it (What?!) |
| (What?! What?!) |
| Verse Two: |
| For these feral herds of seas of black cheese that I can’t missa |
| Silky Days, satin nights takin' flights down to Florence |
| We sensation spanish flyin with the lady Scarface |
| Bottoms up sunshine. |
| Love Potion Number 9 |
| And we headin from the magic city, transcending sweet |
| Up on your aura, find 'chini 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 scream the vigga |
| And get lit (What?!) |
| This is it (What?!) |
| 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 |