[Chorus]   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?!)      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 - 2x's]      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 - 2x's]