Sho' nuff as the 7-11 wins I's in for Plumskinnz from begin (like when?) A rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens (with a grin) Thick chicks, but even sticks got friends (least ten) Up high, the up high I'm covered With the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets (hit the toe) Down low on the down low I know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots (a superhoe) Mind wanderin, mind playin tricks I want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks Tongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin Thinkin if I could I'll stoop to trickin ?? Beware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though (oh?) See no grocer wants bruised plums yo (so?) Once bruised one time, 'tis forgotten And once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums At the corner store a sign reads, "For Sale: Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail" Only ones runnin to the corner is pale males Open all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale Back to the honeyplum that's swift with gift And if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth I'll say sweet young, from your ?? have some You got some peach(fuzz) ("Yeah you know me!") well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz Don't drool with all the juice you dribble Scribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble Trust, just, in case you're asked why Behind my buttonfly is a fruit fly Huntin for those plumskinzz
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop (When I'm checkin for the plums) ya don't stop I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop (When I'm lickin on the plums) ya don't stop I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop (When I'm eatin on the plum) ya don't stop I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop (Like suckin on a plum) ya don't stop
[Onyx] Since last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin And me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh Now that the toys in my bed hit the edges Skinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges Legs over ledges, I'm over heels Over heels, five-nine is the result of how I build But then hard times come, oh and how It makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau No I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze I find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise Up somethin lovely kickin game, no shame GREAT shape got me GREAT date but untamed You never knows, where goes my hand next Suprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex Lust for lust-ful got me lustin Honies ask for it, but then they start bustin Want ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya Baby listen close, and follow this procedure You feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin But before you go you know we gotta get somethin Start-ed, pump-kin, pie I promise to lick ya til your well runs dry By the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon In my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom I never touch young bright them plums til they reach age (Oooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage) Don't think I ain't good when I'm gooder Don't think I won't when I woulda I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon Damn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune Unless it be all that, be all that It won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter I'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix But always fix fat drums in the batter They say you must, must share a little plum I say, "With that idea kid, you're dumb" I play the role, play the role, kinda shy And keep the concept to unbutton the fly The question, my oh my, any left for thy shore? I pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore Raw as can be, I can be much more ad