Luchini (AKA This Is It) Lyrics
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Luchini (AKA This Is It) Lyricsby Camp Lo Buy album CD: Uptown Saturday Night Uh... uh... uh... uh CHORUS: If you from the BX connects nigga Nigga come on If you from the BKs you flays nigga Nigga come on If you from the cherry QBs nigga Nigga come on If you from the NY you fly nigga Nigga come on Nigga come on VERSE ONE: [Geechie Suede] Now here we are star apport a sarsparilla In the Don Ezetti on the Veric Express We got the imperic and vino just for the keeper And yes he be the Cheeba And yes I be the Suede So gimme zigga zigga And we can get with Kiki The seventh heaven cloud is for my coofie and Daichiki So you see me on the upper But it's always the Loer We make it Hollywood cuz diamond cooks is takin' over [Sonny Cheeba] And yes yes you to the BN Scores like 10 on my IQ test Stay live with Divine so I'm so funky fresh I rocks to the east I flows to the west Does Max Julien number one draft pick? A finger to the wrist here we go for the Knicks It's like that super phat catch a heart attack Then smoke the Shooby Dooby with the black nostaljack CHORUS 2x VERSE TWO: [Sonny Cheeba] No not she I know it can't be Hair so sweet how sweet can they be? I rock around the clock then I end up on your block I give the cat a smack to the rhythm tick tock But who he? You know it only be the Sonny Chee And who that? The king in Aerofin Geechie Suede I ride up on a wave and pursue their gameplays By Zemiah Jackson be there like she stole something, brah [Geechie Suede] Yo, she call me Portier She had the Oreano stashed in the Hathaway So knwo wew hipsiano to the Barry Cotto Height And now we got the fuzz flash and crazy fucking lights The diamond life is trife But we can get this rotto so get riler with the glamour We meet them in Aruba get the goods down in Savannah You know it can't be them so it's got to be Loer And we make it Hollywood cuz diamond cooks is takin' over CHORUS 2x VERSE THREE: [Geechie Suede] One for the money two is for the Ebeneezer We used to stick these cats for all they masses and they pieces An we do it on our leisure I keep away we seize her I used to rock a bubblegoose wild child into the fever Now we in the Estee Lauder And Nina rich in sage The microphone kimono with tequilla for my tempest I said it once before and I'm sayin it all over We make it Hollywood cuz diamond cooks is takin' over [Soony Cheeba] Drop cats from BX on the one and the two We sippin on the booze with the little big league shoe Somebody pulled a heist but they just don't know who I wonder how we do heist the juice how we do I'm in the airy lye with a little bit of ooh I do swing my flings but I practise kung fu Now this here be the end so we will be seeimg you Nigga come on Nigga come on CHORUS 3x I get fly (you get fly) heads collect BKs you flays south QB (you get fly) Camp Lo in the mafi (you get fly) Always move like that one time for y'all (you get fly) Get fly Get fly The rhythm is all over you The rhythm is all over you The rhythm is all over you The rhythm is all over you
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