Plumskinzz (Loose Hoe, God & Cupid)

Lyrics

[Intro: Zev Love X] Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.. Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh Good moring guys [Verse 1: Zev Love X] 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, and even sticks got friends (Least ten) Up high, the up high I'm covered With the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets (Head to 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 the 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' much nooks Beware the grocer when ya press '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, can your tongue 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 ya asked why Behind my button-fly is a fruit fly huntin' for those plumskinzz [Outro] I said a hip-hop You're so god damn stupid