Luchini AKA This Is It (Instrumental)

This is it, what

Luchini pourin' from the sky

Lets get rich, what

The jiggy vines and sugar dimes

Cant quit, what

Now pop the cork and steam the Vega

And get lit, what, what, what

Introducin' phantom of the dark

Walk through my heaven with levitation

From reefers, drenching divas in E7

Showboatin' with Rugars

Flash vines, Belafonte vigor

Lets skate for what it's worth

As we confiscate your figures

Casanova Brown, levitatin' jiggy in dashikis

A la hotta car, 54, chasin 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 catchin' black-eyed blues

I play the thief, 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 sauteers

Soufflers for swervin' on corners

We magnets to moolah

Livin' with Charlie's Angels on us

No smilin' were slidin'

That gets you caught up in the octa

Or deaded for movin'

It's just like that as we proceed

Saturday night special better take it light, you Jah Jah

You're a captain, 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 pourin' from the sky

Lets get rich, what

The jiggy vines and sugar dimes

Cant quit, what

Now pop the cork and steam the Vega

And get lit, what

This is it, what

Luchini pourin' from the sky

Lets get rich, what

The jiggy vines and sugar dimes

Cant quit, what

Now pop the cork and steam the Vega

And get lit, what, what, what

Fallen pharaohs courtesy 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 hailin' 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

Stonin', robbin', we hiestin' merchandise and gunnin'

Love it, leave it, but bless the war chief for his bison

Get it, got it, the Lo will forever be nicin'

Yeah, the Sonny Cheeba he be sippin' Armaretta

The Geechie Grace, yes, he be sippin' Armaretta

We float the tri-state drink in this satin vines

This Coolie Hijacked packed 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 serenade

Anatomy for seduction be this ebony junction

Yeah, as we exit the place with grace

Drizzy Armaretta, the burstin' of clouds

It pours, everything seems better on flats with love

We move, only in the mist

It's Lo, its life

And we can't get enough of this

Yeah, this is it, what

Luchini pourin' from the sky

Lets get rich, what

The jiggy vines and sugar dimes

Cant quit, what

Now pop the cork and steam the Vega

And get lit, what

This is it, what

This is it, what

Luchini pourin' from the sky

Lets get rich, what

The jiggy vines and sugar dimes

Cant 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 sippin' Armaretta

The Geechie Grace, yes, he be sippin' Armaretta

The Joe Chink he be sippin' Armaretta

The Chaquita, yeah G be sippin' Armaretta

We got Asti Spumante with Armaretta

And then my man Ill Will sip Armaretta

And then my man Cab in the sight 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 do something with this Spanish Fly, yeah

And then I float down south with the Boogie Flats

And then I slide up in between a ziggy buttocks

And all of that, yeah