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 scream the vigga

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 scream the vigga

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 takin' flights down to Florence

We sensation spanish flyin with the lady Scarface

Bottoms up sunshine.. Love Potion Number 9

And we headin from the magic city, transcending sweet

Up on your aura, find 'chini 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 scream the vigga

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