Camp Lo – Luchini

6 months ago

Camp Lo – Luchini (AKA This Is It)



This is it (What?)
Luchini pouring 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?)

(Geechi Suede)
Introducing phantom of the dark Walk through my heaven with levitation
From efficient ten divas and they seven showboating with Rugars
Flash vines Belafonte vigga Lets get for what it’s worth As we confiscate your figgas

(Sonny Cheeba)
Casanova brown levitatin jiggy in da shiggy’s
In la hotta Car 54 chasin diamond runners
Headin ice bound where every chilla dime make them bitch
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 Garc and 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 to Ja-Jiyah
A happy time quest to the coast of Key Largo wire-ah and
The chain gang keep your ears out for our years
Sippin’ fountain root house of bamboo paradise


For these feral herd of seas of black cheese that I can’t miss the Silky Days satin nights taken flights down we gone 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 heistin merchandising gunnin
Love it leave it
But bless the war chief or his bison
Get it got it
The Lo forever will be nicin

Yeah the Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta
The Geechi 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

Yeah As we exit 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



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