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Intro:
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This is it (What?!)
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Luchini pourin' from the sky
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Lets get rich (What?!)
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The cheeky vines
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The sugar dimes
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Cant quit (What?!)
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Now pop the cork and steam the vega
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And get lit (What?! What?! What?!)
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Verse One:
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Introducin', phantom of the dark
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Walk through my heaven with levitation
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From efficient
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and these leathers showboatin with Rugars
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Flash vines, Belafonte vigga
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Lets get for what it's worth
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As we confiscate your figgas
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Cassanova brown levitatin jiggy in da shiggy's
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In la hotta Car 54 chasin diamond runners
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Headin ice bound, where every chilla dime can get
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Your Harlem buck strut freezin world hice Hollywood
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Madame Butterfly let me in your house of pleasure
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From the knuckle swat shadowboxin catchin black-eye blues
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I play the deef (What?!)
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Sensations at the Monte Barbie screamin (Cheeba!)
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For fillin pleasures at my castles (Blow the smoke out!)
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The boss of Vegas substitutes when the Dutch is gone
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The Lo don't stop give me shouts
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Its the season sauters
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Souflers for swervin no corners
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We magnets to moolah
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Livin wit Charlie's Angels hornets
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No smilin were slidin
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That gets you caught up in the octa
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Or deaded for movin
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Its just like that as we proceed
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Saturday night special better take it lightly Ja-Jiyah
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A happy time quest to the coast of Key Largo wire-ah
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The chain gang keep your ears out for our years
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Sippin' fountain root house of bamboo paradise
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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This is it (What?!)
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Luchini pourin' from the sky
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Lets get rich (What?!)
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The cheeky vines
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The sugar dimes
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Cant quit (What?!)
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Now pop the cork and steam the vega
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And get lit (What?!)
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[1st time] This is it (What?!)
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[2nd time] (What?! What?!)
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Verse Two:
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For these feral herds of seas of black cheese that I can't missa
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Silky Days, satin nights taken flights down
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We sensation spanish flyin with the lady Scarface
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Bottoms up sunshine.. Love Potion Number 9
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And we headin from the magic city chessin this sweet
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On your orifachiny in London
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Relaxation in Bora Bora
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Got notion to bring it... sing it
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Love up in my function
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Stonin... robbin
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We hiestin merchandise and gunnin
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Love it... leave it
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But bless the war chief or his bison
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Get it... got it
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The Lo will forever be nicin
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Yeah; the Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta
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The Geechie Gracious he be sippin Armaretta
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We float the tri-state drink in this satin vines
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This Coolie High jack pack from the sugar shack
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Then what we do after we sip the Armaretta
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We start the Harlem River quiver
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Dig it sweet daddy
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Sharpen the crimson blade
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High sierra seranade
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Anatomy for seduction be this here
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Jealousy...
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Enter the place with grace
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Jersey Armaretta the burstin of clouds
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It pours.. everything seems better
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Or flats with love we move
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Only in the mist
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Its Lo its life
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And we can't get enough of this
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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This is it (What?!)
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Luchini pourin' from the sky
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Lets get rich (What?!)
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The cheeky vines; the sugar dimes
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Cant quit (What?!)
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Now pop the cork and steam the vega
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And get lit (What?!)
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[1st time] This is it (What?!)
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[2nd time] This is it (What?!) (x2)
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Outro:
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Yeah
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The Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta
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The Geechy Gracious he be sippin Armaretta
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The Joe King he be sippin Armaretta
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The Chaquita Kid he be sippin Armaretta
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We got high stakes for mine Kiwa Armaretta
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And then my man Ill Will sip Armaretta
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And then my man Cab in the tray sippin that
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We slide through the Tri-State with the hi-hat
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And then I float side-to-side in my Coolie High
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And then I peep the sunset with this Spanish Fly
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Yeah
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And then I float down south with the Boogie Flats
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And then I slide up in-between a ziggy
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And all of that gibs
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Luchini AKA(This Is It)
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