Luchini AKA This Is It

[Produced by Ski Beatz]

[Chorus: Geechi Suede]

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?

[Verse 1: Geechi Suede]

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

[Verse 2: Sonny Cheeba]

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

[Verse 3: Geechi Suede]

I play the deef, 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 octa

Or deaded for moving, it's just like that as we proceed

[Verse 4: Sonny Cheeba]

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

[Chorus: Geechi Suede]

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, the sugar dimes, can't quit, what?

Now pop the cork and steam the Vega and get lit, what? What? What?

[Verse 5: Sonny Cheeba]

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

[Verse 6: Geechi Suede]

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

[Verse 7: Sonny Cheeba]

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

[Verse 8: Geechi Suede]

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

[Chorus: Geechi Suede]

Yeah, 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, 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?

[Outro: Sonny Cheeba]

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 sippin 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 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 the ziggy butt-ocks

And all of that, yeah