| Song | Luchini AKA This Is It |
| Artist | Camp Lo |
| Album | Uptown Saturday Night |
| 作词 : Randolph, Smith, Spencer ... | |
| Intro: | |
| This is it (What?!) | |
| Luchini pourin' 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?!) | |
| Verse One: | |
| Introducin' phantom of the dark | |
| Walk through my heaven with levitation | |
| From efficient | |
| and these leathers showboatin with Rugars | |
| Flash vines Belafonte vigga | |
| Lets get for what it's worth | |
| As we confiscate your figgas | |
| Cassanova brown levitatin jiggy in da shiggy's | |
| In la hotta Car 54 chasin diamond runners | |
| Headin ice bound, where every chilla dime can get | |
| 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 boss of 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 Ja-Jiyah | |
| A happy time quest to the coast of Key Largo wire-ah | |
| The chain gang keep your ears out for our years | |
| Sippin' fountain root house of bamboo paradise | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| This is it (What?!) | |
| Luchini pourin' 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?!) | |
| [1st time] | This is it (What?!) |
| [2nd time] | (What?! What?!) |
| Verse Two: | |
| For these feral herds of seas of black cheese that I can't missa | |
| Silky Days, satin nights taken flights down | |
| 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 hiestin merchandise and gunnin | |
| Love it... leave it | |
| But bless the war chief or his bison | |
| Get it... got it | |
| The Lo will forever be nicin | |
| Yeah; the Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta | |
| The Geechie 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 | |
| Jealousy... | |
| Enter 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 | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| This is it (What?!) | |
| Luchini pourin' 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?!) | |
| [1st time] | This is it (What?!) |
| [2nd time] | This is it (What?!) (x2) |
| Outro: | |
| Yeah | |
| The Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta | |
| The Geechy Gracious he be sippin Armaretta | |
| The Joe King he be sippin Armaretta | |
| The Chaquita Kid he be sippin Armaretta | |
| We got high stakes for mine Kiwa Armaretta | |
| And then my man Ill Will sip Armaretta | |
| And then my man Cab in the tray 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 peep the sunset with this Spanish Fly | |
| Yeah | |
| And then I float down south with the Boogie Flats | |
| And then I slide up in-between a ziggy | |
| And all of that gibs |
| zuò cí : Randolph, Smith, Spencer ... | |
| Intro: | |
| This is it What?! | |
| Luchini pourin' 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?! | |
| Verse One: | |
| Introducin' phantom of the dark | |
| Walk through my heaven with levitation | |
| From efficient | |
| and these leathers showboatin with Rugars | |
| Flash vines Belafonte vigga | |
| Lets get for what it' s worth | |
| As we confiscate your figgas | |
| Cassanova brown levitatin jiggy in da shiggy' s | |
| In la hotta Car 54 chasin diamond runners | |
| Headin ice bound, where every chilla dime can get | |
| Your Harlem buck strut freezin world hice Hollywood | |
| Madame Butterfly let me in your house of pleasure | |
| From the knuckle swat shadowboxin catchin blackeye blues | |
| I play the deef What?! | |
| Sensations at the Monte Barbie screamin Cheeba! | |
| For fillin pleasures at my castles Blow the smoke out! | |
| The boss of 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 JaJiyah | |
| A happy time quest to the coast of Key Largo wireah | |
| The chain gang keep your ears out for our years | |
| Sippin' fountain root house of bamboo paradise | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| This is it What?! | |
| Luchini pourin' 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?! | |
| [1st time] | This is it What?! |
| [2nd time] | What?! What?! |
| Verse Two: | |
| For these feral herds of seas of black cheese that I can' t missa | |
| Silky Days, satin nights taken flights down | |
| 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 hiestin merchandise and gunnin | |
| Love it... leave it | |
| But bless the war chief or his bison | |
| Get it... got it | |
| The Lo will forever be nicin | |
| Yeah the Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta | |
| The Geechie Gracious he be sippin Armaretta | |
| We float the tristate 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 | |
| Jealousy... | |
| Enter 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 | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| This is it What?! | |
| Luchini pourin' 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?! | |
| [1st time] | This is it What?! |
| [2nd time] | This is it What?! x2 |
| Outro: | |
| Yeah | |
| The Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta | |
| The Geechy Gracious he be sippin Armaretta | |
| The Joe King he be sippin Armaretta | |
| The Chaquita Kid he be sippin Armaretta | |
| We got high stakes for mine Kiwa Armaretta | |
| And then my man Ill Will sip Armaretta | |
| And then my man Cab in the tray sippin that | |
| We slide through the TriState with the hihat | |
| And then I float sidetoside in my Coolie High | |
| And then I peep the sunset with this Spanish Fly | |
| Yeah | |
| And then I float down south with the Boogie Flats | |
| And then I slide up inbetween a ziggy | |
| And all of that gibs |