[{"id":23205486,"name":"plumskinzz (oh no i don't beli","trackName":"plumskinzz (oh no i don't beli","artistName":"kmd","albumName":"the best of kmd","duration":101.146122,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh, no, I don't believe it\nB-b-bum\n\nDon't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\nDon't think I won't when I woulda\nI save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\nDamn, I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\nUnless it be all that, be all that\nIt won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\n\nI'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\nBut always fix fat drums in the batter\nThey say you must, must share a little plum\nI say, \"With that idea, kid, you're dumb\"\nI play the role, play the role, kinda shy\nAnd keep the concept to unbutton the fly\nThe question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\n\nI pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\nRaw as can be, I can be much more\nAdore my sweet gift shot like quick draw McGraw\nIt's plenty much, plenty much to go around\nI weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\nMaybe I slap big, bot-tom 'round\n\nBut if not, sit tight, I just might hound you down\nThings that make you go \"mm\"\nTaste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"mm\"\nIf you ain't already been, yo, catch me with a finicky grin\nAnd you should know, like Flynn I'm in\nFor those plumskinz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo-wop\nWhen I'm squishin' up a plum (ya don't stop!)\nI said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\nWhen I'm rubbin on a plum (ya don't stop!)\nI said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\nWhen I'm goin' on a plum (ya don't stop!)\nI said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\nAnd when I'm grabbin' on a plum (ya don't stop!)\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\nWhen I'm juggling a plum (ya don't stop!)\nI said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\nWhen I'm lickin' on a plum (ya don't stop!)\nI said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\nWhen I'm nibblin' on a plum (ya don't stop!)\nI said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.96] Oh, no, I don't believe it\n[00:04.56] B-b-bum\n[00:05.65] Don't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\n[00:07.50] Don't think I won't when I woulda\n[00:09.36] I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\n[00:12.30] Damn, I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\n[00:14.59] Unless it be all that, be all that\n[00:17.36] It won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\n[00:19.98] I'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\n[00:22.77] But always fix fat drums in the batter\n[00:24.92] They say you must, must share a little plum\n[00:27.62] I say, \"With that idea, kid, you're dumb\"\n[00:30.07] I play the role, play the role, kinda shy\n[00:32.17] And keep the concept to unbutton the fly\n[00:34.44] The question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\n[00:36.97] I pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\n[00:39.51] Raw as can be, I can be much more\n[00:41.76] Adore my sweet gift shot like quick draw McGraw\n[00:44.48] It's plenty much, plenty much to go around\n[00:47.26] I weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\n[00:49.35] Maybe I slap big, bot-tom 'round\n[00:51.93] But if not, sit tight, I just might hound you down\n[00:54.44] Things that make you go \"mm\"\n[00:56.30] Taste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"mm\"\n[00:58.88] If you ain't already been, yo, catch me with a finicky grin\n[01:01.54] And you should know, like Flynn I'm in\n[01:03.59] For those plumskinz\n[01:05.13] I said a hip, hop, shooby doo-wop\n[01:06.68] When I'm squishin' up a plum (ya don't stop!)\n[01:08.91] I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n[01:11.56] When I'm rubbin on a plum (ya don't stop!)\n[01:13.95] I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n[01:16.46] When I'm goin' on a plum (ya don't stop!)\n[01:18.52] I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n[01:21.35] And when I'm grabbin' on a plum (ya don't stop!)\n[01:23.63] I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n[01:26.22] When I'm juggling a plum (ya don't stop!)\n[01:28.44] I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n[01:30.50] When I'm lickin' on a plum (ya don't stop!)\n[01:33.40] I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n[01:35.61] When I'm nibblin' on a plum (ya don't stop!)\n[01:38.22] I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n[01:40.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: plumskinzz (oh no i don't beli\n  artist: kmd\n  album: the best of kmd\n  duration_ms: 101146\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Oh, no, I don't believe it\n  start_ms: 2960\n  end_ms: 4560\n- text: B-b-bum\n  start_ms: 4560\n  end_ms: 5650\n- text: Don't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\n  start_ms: 5650\n  end_ms: 7500\n- text: Don't think I won't when I woulda\n  start_ms: 7500\n  end_ms: 9360\n- text: I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\n  start_ms: 9360\n  end_ms: 12300\n- text: Damn, I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\n  start_ms: 12300\n  end_ms: 14590\n- text: Unless it be all that, be all that\n  start_ms: 14590\n  end_ms: 17360\n- text: It won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\n  start_ms: 17360\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: I'm kinda, kinda picky 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gooder\n  Don't think I won't when I woulda\n  I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\n  Damn, I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\n  Unless it be all that, be all that\n  It won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\n\n  I'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\n  But always fix fat drums in the batter\n  They say you must, must share a little plum\n  I say, \"With that idea, kid, you're dumb\"\n  I play the role, play the role, kinda shy\n  And keep the concept to unbutton the fly\n  The question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\n\n  I pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\n  Raw as can be, I can be much more\n  Adore my sweet gift shot like quick draw McGraw\n  It's plenty much, plenty much to go around\n  I weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\n  Maybe I slap big, bot-tom 'round\n\n  But if not, sit tight, I just might hound you down\n  Things that make you go \"mm\"\n  Taste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"mm\"\n  If you ain't already been, yo, catch me with a finicky grin\n  And you should know, like Flynn I'm in\n  For those plumskinz\n\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo-wop\n  When I'm squishin' up a plum (ya don't stop!)\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n  When I'm rubbin on a plum (ya don't stop!)\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n  When I'm goin' on a plum (ya don't stop!)\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n  And when I'm grabbin' on a plum (ya don't stop!)\n\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n  When I'm juggling a plum (ya don't stop!)\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n  When I'm lickin' on a plum (ya don't stop!)\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n  When I'm nibblin' on a plum (ya don't stop!)\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n"},{"id":22649543,"name":"Plumskinzz (Oh No I Don't Believe It!)","trackName":"Plumskinzz (Oh No I Don't Believe It!)","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"The Best of KMD","duration":101.106667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nUh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nUhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\nSho' nuff as the 7-11 wins\nI's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when?\nA rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin\nThick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten\nUp high, the up high I'm covered\nWith the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe\nDown low on the down low\nI know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\nMind wanderin, mind playin tricks\nI want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\nTongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\nThinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\nBeware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\nSee no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\nOnce bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\nAnd once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\nAt the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\nOnly ones runnin to the corner is pale males\nOpen all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\nBack to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\nAnd if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\nI'll say sweet young, from your? have some\nYou got some peach fuzz\n\"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\nDon't drool with all the juice you dribble\nScribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\nTrust, just, in case you're asked why\nBehind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\nHuntin for those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nLike suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\nSince last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\nAnd me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\nNow that the toys in my bed hit the edges\nSkinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\nLegs over ledges, I'm over heels\nOver heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\nBut then hard times come, oh and how\nIt makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\nNo I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\nI find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\nUp somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\nGreat shape got me Great date but untamed\nYou never knows, where goes my hand next\nSuprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\nLust for lust-ful got me lustin\nHonies ask for it, but then they start bustin\nWant ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\nBaby listen close, and follow this procedure\nYou feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\nBut before you go you know we gotta get somethin\nStart-ed, pump-kin, pie\nI promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\nBy the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\nIn my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\nI never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\nOooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\nDon't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\nDon't think I won't when I woulda\nI save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\nDamn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\nUnless it be all that, be all that\nIt won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\nI'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\nBut always fix fat drums in the batter\nThey say you must, must share a little plum\nI say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\nI play the role, play the role, kinda shy\nAnd keep the concept to unbutton the fly\nThe question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\nI pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\nRaw as can be, I can be much more adore\nMy sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\nIt's plenty much, plenty much to go round\nI weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\nMaybe I slap big, bot-tom round\nBut if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\nThings that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\nTaste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\nIf you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin\nAnd you should know, like Flynn I'm in\nFor those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm squishin up a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm rubbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm goin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nAnd when I'm grabbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm? on the plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm nibblin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nWhen you're pickin up the plums, Ya don't stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Plumskinzz (Oh No I Don't Believe It!)\n  artist: KMD\n  album: The Best of KMD\n  duration_ms: 101107\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\n  Sho' nuff as the 7-11 wins\n  I's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when?\n  A rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin\n  Thick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten\n  Up high, the up high I'm covered\n  With the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe\n  Down low on the down low\n  I know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\n  Mind wanderin, mind playin tricks\n  I want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\n  Tongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\n  Thinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\n  Beware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\n  See no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\n  Once bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\n  And once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\n  At the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\n  Only ones runnin to the corner is pale males\n  Open all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\n  Back to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\n  And if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\n  I'll say sweet young, from your? have some\n  You got some peach fuzz\n  \"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\n  Don't drool with all the juice you dribble\n  Scribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\n  Trust, just, in case you're asked why\n  Behind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\n  Huntin for those plumskinzz\n\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  Like suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\n  Since last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\n  And me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\n  Now that the toys in my bed hit the edges\n  Skinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\n  Legs over ledges, I'm over heels\n  Over heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\n  But then hard times come, oh and how\n  It makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\n  No I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\n  I find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\n  Up somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\n  Great shape got me Great date but untamed\n  You never knows, where goes my hand next\n  Suprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\n  Lust for lust-ful got me lustin\n  Honies ask for it, but then they start bustin\n  Want ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\n  Baby listen close, and follow this procedure\n  You feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\n  But before you go you know we gotta get somethin\n  Start-ed, pump-kin, pie\n  I promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\n  By the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\n  In my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\n  I never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\n  Oooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\n  Don't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\n  Don't think I won't when I woulda\n  I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\n  Damn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\n  Unless it be all that, be all that\n  It won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\n  I'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\n  But always fix fat drums in the batter\n  They say you must, must share a little plum\n  I say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\n  I play the role, play the role, kinda shy\n  And keep the concept to unbutton the fly\n  The question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\n  I pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\n  Raw as can be, I can be much more adore\n  My sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\n  It's plenty much, plenty much to go round\n  I weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\n  Maybe I slap big, bot-tom round\n  But if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\n  Things that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\n  Taste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\n  If you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin\n  And you should know, like Flynn I'm in\n  For those plumskinzz\n\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm squishin up a plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm rubbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm goin on a plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  And when I'm grabbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm? on the plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm lickin on a plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm nibblin on a plum, Ya don't stop\n  When you're pickin up the plums, Ya don't stop\n"},{"id":5336056,"name":"Plumskinzz. 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(Oh No I Don't Believe It!)","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Black Bastards","duration":101.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nUh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nUhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\nSho' nuff as the 7-11 wins\nI's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when?\nA rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin\nThick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten\nUp high, the up high I'm covered\nWith the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe\nDown low on the down low\nI know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\nMind wanderin, mind playin tricks\nI want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\nTongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\nThinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\nBeware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\nSee no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\nOnce bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\nAnd once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\nAt the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\nOnly ones runnin to the corner is pale males\nOpen all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\nBack to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\nAnd if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\nI'll say sweet young, from your? have some\nYou got some peach fuzz\n\"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\nDon't drool with all the juice you dribble\nScribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\nTrust, just, in case you're asked why\nBehind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\nHuntin for those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nLike suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\nSince last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\nAnd me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\nNow that the toys in my bed hit the edges\nSkinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\nLegs over ledges, I'm over heels\nOver heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\nBut then hard times come, oh and how\nIt makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\nNo I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\nI find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\nUp somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\nGreat shape got me Great date but untamed\nYou never knows, where goes my hand next\nSuprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\nLust for lust-ful got me lustin\nHonies ask for it, but then they start bustin\nWant ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\nBaby listen close, and follow this procedure\nYou feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\nBut before you go you know we gotta get somethin\nStart-ed, pump-kin, pie\nI promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\nBy the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\nIn my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\nI never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\nOooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\nDon't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\nDon't think I won't when I woulda\nI save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\nDamn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\nUnless it be all that, be all that\nIt won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\nI'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\nBut always fix fat drums in the batter\nThey say you must, must share a little plum\nI say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\nI play the role, play the role, kinda shy\nAnd keep the concept to unbutton the fly\nThe question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\nI pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\nRaw as can be, I can be much more adore\nMy sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\nIt's plenty much, plenty much to go round\nI weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\nMaybe I slap big, bot-tom round\nBut if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\nThings that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\nTaste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\nIf you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin\nAnd you should know, like Flynn I'm in\nFor those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm squishin up a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm rubbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm goin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nAnd when I'm grabbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm? on the plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm nibblin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nWhen you're pickin up the plums, Ya don't stop","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.99] Oh, no, I don't believe it\n[00:04.56] B-b-bum\n[00:05.68] Don't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\n[00:07.59] Don't think I won't when I woulda\n[00:09.35] I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\n[00:12.34] Damn, I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\n[00:14.54] Unless it be all that, be all that\n[00:17.34] It won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\n[00:19.94] I'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\n[00:22.78] But always fix fat drums in the batter\n[00:24.94] They say you must, must share a little plum\n[00:27.61] I say, \"With that idea, kid, you're dumb\"\n[00:30.07] I play the role, play the role, kinda shy\n[00:32.12] And keep the concept to unbutton the fly\n[00:34.42] The question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\n[00:36.94] I pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\n[00:39.56] Raw as can be, I can be much more\n[00:41.77] Adore my sweet gift shot like quick draw McGraw\n[00:44.49] It's plenty much, plenty much to go around\n[00:47.28] I weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\n[00:49.32] Maybe I slap big, bot-tom 'round\n[00:51.92] But if not, sit tight, I just might hound you down\n[00:54.48] Things that make you go \"mm\"\n[00:56.38] Taste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"mm\"\n[00:58.80] If you ain't already been, yo, catch me with a finicky grin\n[01:01.50] And you should know, like Flynn I'm in\n[01:03.56] For those plumskinz\n[01:05.43] I said a hip, hop, shooby doo-wop\n[01:06.66] When I'm squishin' up a plum (ya don't stop!)\n[01:08.92] I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n[01:11.55] When I'm rubbin on a plum (ya don't stop!)\n[01:13.95] I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n[01:16.49] When I'm goin' on a plum (ya don't stop!)\n[01:18.57] I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n[01:21.37] And when I'm grabbin' on a plum (ya don't stop!)\n[01:23.67] I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n[01:26.26] When I'm juggling a plum (ya don't stop!)\n[01:28.42] I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n[01:30.51] When I'm lickin' on a plum (ya don't stop!)\n[01:33.45] I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n[01:35.64] When I'm nibblin' on a plum (ya don't stop!)\n[01:38.28] I said a hip, hop, shooby-doo-wop\n[01:41.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Plumskinzz. 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come, oh and how\n  It makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\n  No I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\n  I find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\n  Up somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\n  Great shape got me Great date but untamed\n  You never knows, where goes my hand next\n  Suprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\n  Lust for lust-ful got me lustin\n  Honies ask for it, but then they start bustin\n  Want ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\n  Baby listen close, and follow this procedure\n  You feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\n  But before you go you know we gotta get somethin\n  Start-ed, pump-kin, pie\n  I promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\n  By the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\n  In my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\n  I never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\n  Oooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\n  Don't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\n  Don't think I won't when I woulda\n  I save plums in 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males\nOpen all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\nBack to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\nAnd if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\nI'll say sweet young, from your? have some\nYou got some peach fuzz\n\"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\nDon't drool with all the juice you dribble\nScribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\nTrust, just, in case you're asked why\nBehind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\nHuntin for those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nLike suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\nSince last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\nAnd me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\nNow that the toys in my bed hit the edges\nSkinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\nLegs over ledges, I'm over heels\nOver heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\nBut then hard times come, oh and how\nIt makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\nNo I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\nI find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\nUp somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\nGreat shape got me Great date but untamed\nYou never knows, where goes my hand next\nSuprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\nLust for lust-ful got me lustin\nHonies ask for it, but then they start bustin\nWant ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\nBaby listen close, and follow this procedure\nYou feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\nBut before you go you know we gotta get somethin\nStart-ed, pump-kin, pie\nI promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\nBy the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\nIn my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\nI never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\nOooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\nDon't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\nDon't think I won't when I woulda\nI save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\nDamn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\nUnless it be all that, be all that\nIt won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\nI'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\nBut always fix fat drums in the batter\nThey say you must, must share a little plum\nI say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\nI play the role, play the role, kinda shy\nAnd keep the concept to unbutton the fly\nThe question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\nI pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\nRaw as can be, I can be much more adore\nMy sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\nIt's plenty much, plenty much to go round\nI weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\nMaybe I slap big, bot-tom round\nBut if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\nThings that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\nTaste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\nIf you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin\nAnd you should know, like Flynn I'm in\nFor those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm squishin up a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm rubbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm goin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nAnd when I'm grabbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm? on the plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm nibblin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nWhen you're pickin up the plums, Ya don't stop","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.99] Oh, no, I don't believe it\n[00:04.56] B-b-bum\n[00:05.68] Don't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\n[00:07.59] Don't think I won't when I woulda\n[00:09.35] I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\n[00:12.34] Damn, I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\n[00:14.54] Unless it be all that, be all that\n[00:17.34] It won't 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even sticks got friends least ten\n  Up high, the up high I'm covered\n  With the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe\n  Down low on the down low\n  I know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\n  Mind wanderin, mind playin tricks\n  I want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\n  Tongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\n  Thinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\n  Beware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\n  See no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\n  Once bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\n  And once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\n  At the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\n  Only ones runnin to the corner is pale males\n  Open all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\n  Back to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\n  And if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\n  I'll say sweet young, from your? have some\n  You got some peach fuzz\n  \"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\n  Don't drool with all the juice you dribble\n  Scribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\n  Trust, just, in case you're asked why\n  Behind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\n  Huntin for those plumskinzz\n\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  Like suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\n  Since last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\n  And me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\n  Now that the toys in my bed hit the edges\n  Skinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\n  Legs over ledges, I'm over heels\n  Over heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\n  But then hard times come, oh and how\n  It makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\n  No I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\n  I find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\n  Up somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\n  Great shape got me Great date but untamed\n  You never knows, where goes my hand next\n  Suprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\n  Lust for lust-ful got me lustin\n  Honies ask for it, but then they start bustin\n  Want ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\n  Baby listen close, and follow this procedure\n  You feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\n  But before you go you know we gotta get somethin\n  Start-ed, pump-kin, pie\n  I promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\n  By the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\n  In my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\n  I never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\n  Oooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\n  Don't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\n  Don't think I won't when I woulda\n  I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\n  Damn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\n  Unless it be 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gift\nAnd if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\nI'll say sweet young, from your? have some\nYou got some peach fuzz\n\"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\nDon't drool with all the juice you dribble\nScribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\nTrust, just, in case you're asked why\nBehind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\nHuntin for those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nLike suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\nSince last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\nAnd me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\nNow that the toys in my bed hit the edges\nSkinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\nLegs over ledges, I'm over heels\nOver heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\nBut then hard times come, oh and how\nIt makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\nNo I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\nI find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\nUp somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\nGreat shape got me Great date but untamed\nYou never knows, where goes my hand next\nSuprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\nLust for lust-ful got me lustin\nHonies ask for it, but then they start bustin\nWant ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\nBaby listen close, and follow this procedure\nYou feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\nBut before you go you know we gotta get somethin\nStart-ed, pump-kin, pie\nI promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\nBy the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\nIn my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\nI never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\nOooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\nDon't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\nDon't think I won't when I woulda\nI save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\nDamn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\nUnless it be all that, be all that\nIt won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\nI'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\nBut always fix fat drums in the batter\nThey say you must, must share a little plum\nI say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\nI play the role, play the role, kinda shy\nAnd keep the concept to unbutton the fly\nThe question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\nI pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\nRaw as can be, I can be much more adore\nMy sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\nIt's plenty much, plenty much to go round\nI weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\nMaybe I slap big, bot-tom round\nBut if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\nThings that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\nTaste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\nIf you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin\nAnd you should know, like Flynn I'm in\nFor those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm squishin up a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm rubbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm goin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nAnd when I'm grabbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm? on the plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm nibblin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nWhen you're pickin up the plums, Ya don't stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Plumskinzz (Oh No I Don’t Believe It)\n  artist: KMD\n  album: Bl_ck B_st_rds [Deluxe Edition]\n  duration_ms: 101000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\n  Sho' nuff as the 7-11 wins\n  I's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when?\n  A rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin\n  Thick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten\n  Up high, the up high I'm covered\n  With the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe\n  Down low on the down low\n  I know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\n  Mind wanderin, mind playin tricks\n  I want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\n  Tongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\n  Thinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\n  Beware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\n  See no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\n  Once bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\n  And once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\n  At the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\n  Only ones runnin to the corner is pale males\n  Open all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\n  Back to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\n  And if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\n  I'll say sweet young, from your? have some\n  You got some peach fuzz\n  \"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\n  Don't drool with all the juice you dribble\n  Scribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\n  Trust, just, in case you're asked why\n  Behind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\n  Huntin for those plumskinzz\n\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  Like suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\n  Since last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\n  And me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\n  Now that the toys in my bed hit the edges\n  Skinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\n  Legs over ledges, I'm over heels\n  Over heels, 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gooder\n  Don't think I won't when I woulda\n  I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\n  Damn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\n  Unless it be all that, be all that\n  It won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\n  I'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\n  But always fix fat drums in the batter\n  They say you must, must share a little plum\n  I say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\n  I play the role, play the role, kinda shy\n  And keep the concept to unbutton the fly\n  The question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\n  I pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\n  Raw as can be, I can be much more adore\n  My sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\n  It's plenty much, plenty much to go round\n  I weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\n  Maybe I slap big, bot-tom round\n  But if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\n  Things that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\n  Taste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\n  If you ain't already been, yo catch 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huh, uh huh\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nUh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nUhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\nSho' nuff as the 7-11 wins\nI's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when?\nA rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin\nThick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten\nUp high, the up high I'm covered\nWith the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe\nDown low on the down low\nI know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\nMind wanderin, mind playin tricks\nI want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\nTongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\nThinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\nBeware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\nSee no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\nOnce bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\nAnd once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\nAt the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\nOnly ones runnin to the corner is pale males\nOpen all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\nBack to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\nAnd if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\nI'll say sweet young, from your? have some\nYou got some peach fuzz\n\"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\nDon't drool with all the juice you dribble\nScribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\nTrust, just, in case you're asked why\nBehind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\nHuntin for those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nLike suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\nSince last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\nAnd me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\nNow that the toys in my bed hit the edges\nSkinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\nLegs over ledges, I'm over heels\nOver heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\nBut then hard times come, oh and how\nIt makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\nNo I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\nI find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\nUp somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\nGreat shape got me Great date but untamed\nYou never knows, where goes my hand next\nSuprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\nLust for lust-ful got me lustin\nHonies ask for it, but then they start bustin\nWant ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\nBaby listen close, and follow this procedure\nYou feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\nBut before you go you know we gotta get somethin\nStart-ed, pump-kin, pie\nI promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\nBy the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\nIn my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\nI never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\nOooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\nDon't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\nDon't think I won't when I woulda\nI save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\nDamn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\nUnless it be all that, be all that\nIt won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\nI'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\nBut always fix fat drums in the batter\nThey say you must, must share a little plum\nI say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\nI play the role, play the role, kinda shy\nAnd keep the concept to unbutton the fly\nThe question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\nI pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\nRaw as can be, I can be much more adore\nMy sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\nIt's plenty much, plenty much to go round\nI weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\nMaybe I slap big, bot-tom round\nBut if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\nThings that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\nTaste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\nIf you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin\nAnd you should know, like Flynn I'm in\nFor those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm squishin up a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm rubbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm goin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nAnd when I'm grabbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm? on the plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm nibblin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nWhen you're pickin up the plums, Ya don't stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Plumskinzz(Oh No I Dont Believe It)\n  artist: KMD\n  album: Black Bastards(Remastered)\n  duration_ms: 149000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\n  Sho' nuff as the 7-11 wins\n  I's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when?\n  A rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin\n  Thick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten\n  Up high, the up high I'm covered\n  With the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe\n  Down low on the down low\n  I know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\n  Mind wanderin, mind playin tricks\n  I want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\n  Tongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\n  Thinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\n  Beware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\n  See no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\n  Once bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\n  And once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\n  At the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\n  Only ones runnin to the corner is pale males\n  Open all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\n  Back to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\n  And if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\n  I'll say sweet young, from your? have some\n  You got some peach fuzz\n  \"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\n  Don't drool with all the juice you dribble\n  Scribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\n  Trust, just, in case you're asked why\n  Behind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\n  Huntin for those plumskinzz\n\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  Like suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\n  Since last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\n  And me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\n  Now that the toys in my bed hit the edges\n  Skinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\n  Legs over ledges, I'm over heels\n  Over heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\n  But then hard times come, oh and how\n  It makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\n  No I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\n  I find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\n  Up somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\n  Great shape got me Great date but untamed\n  You never knows, where goes my hand next\n  Suprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\n  Lust for lust-ful got me lustin\n  Honies ask for it, but then they start bustin\n  Want ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\n  Baby listen close, and follow this procedure\n  You feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\n  But before you go you know we gotta get somethin\n  Start-ed, pump-kin, pie\n  I promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\n  By the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\n  In my room I search some this Fruit 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bruised plums yo so?\nOnce bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\nAnd once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\nAt the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\nOnly ones runnin to the corner is pale males\nOpen all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\nBack to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\nAnd if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\nI'll say sweet young, from your? have some\nYou got some peach fuzz\n\"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\nDon't drool with all the juice you dribble\nScribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\nTrust, just, in case you're asked why\nBehind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\nHuntin for those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nLike suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\nSince last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\nAnd me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\nNow that the toys in my bed hit the edges\nSkinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\nLegs over ledges, I'm over heels\nOver heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\nBut then hard times come, oh and how\nIt makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\nNo I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\nI find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\nUp somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\nGreat shape got me Great date but untamed\nYou never knows, where goes my hand next\nSuprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\nLust for lust-ful got me lustin\nHonies ask for it, but then they start bustin\nWant ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\nBaby listen close, and follow this procedure\nYou feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\nBut before you go you know we gotta get somethin\nStart-ed, pump-kin, pie\nI promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\nBy the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\nIn my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\nI never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\nOooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\nDon't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\nDon't think I won't when I woulda\nI save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\nDamn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\nUnless it be all that, be all that\nIt won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\nI'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\nBut always fix fat drums in the batter\nThey say you must, must share a little plum\nI say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\nI play the role, play the role, kinda shy\nAnd keep the concept to unbutton the fly\nThe question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\nI pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\nRaw as can be, I can be much more adore\nMy sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\nIt's plenty much, plenty much to go round\nI weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\nMaybe I slap big, bot-tom round\nBut if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\nThings that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\nTaste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\nIf you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin\nAnd you should know, like Flynn I'm in\nFor those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm squishin up a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm rubbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm goin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nAnd when I'm grabbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm? on the plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm nibblin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nWhen you're pickin up the plums, Ya don't stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Plumskinzz (Oh No I Don't Believe It)\n  artist: KMD\n  album: Black Bastards\n  duration_ms: 148735\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\n  Sho' nuff as the 7-11 wins\n  I's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when?\n  A rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin\n  Thick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten\n  Up high, the up high I'm covered\n  With the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe\n  Down low on the down low\n  I know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\n  Mind wanderin, mind playin tricks\n  I want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\n  Tongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\n  Thinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\n  Beware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\n  See no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\n  Once bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\n  And once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\n  At the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\n  Only ones runnin to the corner is pale males\n  Open all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\n  Back to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\n  And if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\n  I'll say sweet young, from your? have some\n  You got some peach fuzz\n  \"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\n  Don't drool with all the juice you dribble\n  Scribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\n  Trust, just, in case you're asked why\n  Behind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\n  Huntin for those plumskinzz\n\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  Like suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\n  Since last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\n  And me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\n  Now that the toys in my bed hit the edges\n  Skinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\n  Legs over ledges, I'm over heels\n  Over heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\n  But then hard times come, oh and how\n  It makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\n  No I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\n  I find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\n  Up somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\n  Great shape got me Great date but untamed\n  You never knows, where goes my hand next\n  Suprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\n  Lust for lust-ful got me lustin\n  Honies ask for it, but then they start bustin\n  Want ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\n  Baby listen close, and follow this procedure\n  You feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\n  But before you go you know we gotta get 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you're pickin up the plums, Ya don't stop\n"},{"id":20159185,"name":"Plumskinzz.(Oh No I Don't Believe It!)","trackName":"Plumskinzz.(Oh No I Don't Believe It!)","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Black Bastards","duration":95.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nUh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nUhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\nSho' nuff as the 7-11 wins\nI's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when?\nA rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin\nThick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten\nUp high, the up high I'm covered\nWith the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe\nDown low on the down low\nI know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\nMind wanderin, mind playin tricks\nI want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\nTongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\nThinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\nBeware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\nSee no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\nOnce bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\nAnd once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\nAt the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\nOnly ones runnin to the corner is pale males\nOpen all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\nBack to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\nAnd if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\nI'll say sweet young, from your? have some\nYou got some peach fuzz\n\"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\nDon't drool with all the juice you dribble\nScribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\nTrust, just, in case you're asked why\nBehind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\nHuntin for those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nLike suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\nSince last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\nAnd me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\nNow that the toys in my bed hit the edges\nSkinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\nLegs over ledges, I'm over heels\nOver heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\nBut then hard times come, oh and how\nIt makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\nNo I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\nI find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\nUp somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\nGreat shape got me Great date but untamed\nYou never knows, where goes my hand next\nSuprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\nLust for lust-ful got me lustin\nHonies ask for it, but then they start bustin\nWant ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\nBaby listen close, and follow this procedure\nYou feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\nBut before you go you know we gotta get somethin\nStart-ed, pump-kin, pie\nI promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\nBy the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\nIn my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\nI never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\nOooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\nDon't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\nDon't think I won't when I woulda\nI save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\nDamn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\nUnless it be all that, be all that\nIt won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\nI'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\nBut always fix fat drums in the batter\nThey say you must, must share a little plum\nI say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\nI play the role, play the role, kinda shy\nAnd keep the concept to unbutton the fly\nThe question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\nI pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\nRaw as can be, I can be much more adore\nMy sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\nIt's plenty much, plenty much to go round\nI weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\nMaybe I slap big, bot-tom round\nBut if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\nThings that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\nTaste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\nIf you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin\nAnd you should know, like Flynn I'm in\nFor those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm squishin up a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm rubbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm goin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nAnd when I'm grabbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm? on the plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm nibblin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nWhen you're pickin up the 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up confidin\n  Thinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\n  Beware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\n  See no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\n  Once bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\n  And once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\n  At the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\n  Only ones runnin to the corner is pale males\n  Open all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\n  Back to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\n  And if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\n  I'll say sweet young, from your? have some\n  You got some peach fuzz\n  \"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\n  Don't drool with all the juice you dribble\n  Scribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\n  Trust, just, in case you're asked why\n  Behind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\n  Huntin for those plumskinzz\n\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  Like suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\n  Since last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\n  And me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\n  Now that the toys in my bed hit the edges\n  Skinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\n  Legs over ledges, I'm over heels\n  Over heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\n  But then hard times come, oh and how\n  It makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\n  No I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\n  I find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\n  Up somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\n  Great shape got me Great date but untamed\n  You never knows, where goes my hand next\n  Suprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\n  Lust for lust-ful got me lustin\n  Honies ask for it, but then they start bustin\n  Want ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\n  Baby listen close, and follow this procedure\n  You feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\n  But before you go you know we gotta get somethin\n  Start-ed, pump-kin, pie\n  I promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\n  By the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\n  In my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\n  I never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\n  Oooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\n  Don't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\n  Don't think I won't when I woulda\n  I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\n  Damn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\n  Unless it be all that, be all that\n  It won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\n  I'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\n  But always fix fat drums in the batter\n  They say you must, must share a little plum\n  I say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\n  I play the role, play the role, kinda shy\n  And keep the concept to unbutton the fly\n  The question, my 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right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\nMind wanderin, mind playin tricks\nI want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\nTongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\nThinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\nBeware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\nSee no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\nOnce bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\nAnd once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\nAt the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\nOnly ones runnin to the corner is pale males\nOpen all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\nBack to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\nAnd if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\nI'll say sweet young, from your? have some\nYou got some peach fuzz\n\"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\nDon't drool with all the juice you dribble\nScribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\nTrust, just, in case you're asked why\nBehind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\nHuntin for those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nLike suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\nSince last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\nAnd me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\nNow that the toys in my bed hit the edges\nSkinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\nLegs over ledges, I'm over heels\nOver heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\nBut then hard times come, oh and how\nIt makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\nNo I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\nI find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\nUp somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\nGreat shape got me Great date but untamed\nYou never knows, where goes my hand next\nSuprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\nLust for lust-ful got me lustin\nHonies ask for it, but then they start bustin\nWant ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\nBaby listen close, and follow this procedure\nYou feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\nBut before you go you know we gotta get somethin\nStart-ed, pump-kin, pie\nI promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\nBy the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\nIn my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\nI never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\nOooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\nDon't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\nDon't think I won't when I woulda\nI save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\nDamn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\nUnless it be all that, be all that\nIt won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\nI'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\nBut always fix fat drums in the batter\nThey say you must, must share a little plum\nI say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\nI play the role, play the role, kinda shy\nAnd keep the concept to unbutton the fly\nThe question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\nI pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\nRaw as can be, I can be much more adore\nMy sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\nIt's plenty much, plenty much to go round\nI weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\nMaybe I slap big, bot-tom round\nBut if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\nThings that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\nTaste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\nIf you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin\nAnd you should know, like Flynn I'm in\nFor those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm squishin up a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm rubbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm goin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nAnd when I'm grabbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm? on the plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm nibblin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nWhen you're pickin up the plums, Ya don't stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Plumskinzz (Oh No I Don’t Believe It)\n  artist: KMD\n  album: Bl_ck B_st_rds [Deluxe Edition] Disc 1\n  duration_ms: 101000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\n  Sho' nuff as the 7-11 wins\n  I's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when?\n  A rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin\n  Thick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten\n  Up high, the up high I'm covered\n  With the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe\n  Down low on the down low\n  I know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\n  Mind wanderin, mind playin tricks\n  I want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\n  Tongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\n  Thinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\n  Beware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\n  See no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\n  Once bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\n  And once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\n  At the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\n  Only ones runnin to the corner is pale males\n  Open all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\n  Back to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\n  And if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\n  I'll say sweet young, from your? have some\n  You got some peach fuzz\n  \"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\n  Don't drool with all the juice you dribble\n  Scribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\n  Trust, just, in case you're asked why\n  Behind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\n  Huntin for those plumskinzz\n\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  Like suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\n  Since last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\n  And me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\n  Now that the toys in my bed hit the edges\n  Skinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\n  Legs over ledges, I'm over heels\n  Over heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\n  But then hard times come, oh and how\n  It makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\n  No I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\n  I find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\n  Up somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\n  Great shape got me Great date but untamed\n  You never knows, where goes my hand next\n  Suprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\n  Lust for lust-ful got me lustin\n  Honies ask for it, but then they start bustin\n  Want ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\n  Baby listen close, and follow this procedure\n  You feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\n  But before you go you know we gotta get somethin\n  Start-ed, pump-kin, pie\n  I promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\n  By the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\n  In my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\n  I never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\n  Oooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\n  Don't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\n  Don't think I won't when I woulda\n  I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\n  Damn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\n  Unless it be all that, be all that\n  It won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\n  I'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\n  But always fix fat drums in the batter\n  They say you must, must share a little plum\n  I say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\n  I play the role, play the role, kinda shy\n  And keep the concept to unbutton the fly\n  The question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\n  I pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\n  Raw as can be, I can be much more adore\n  My sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\n  It's plenty much, plenty much to go round\n  I weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\n  Maybe I slap big, bot-tom round\n  But if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\n  Things that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\n  Taste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\n  If you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin\n  And you should know, like Flynn I'm in\n  For those plumskinzz\n\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm squishin up a plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm rubbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm goin on a plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  And when I'm grabbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm? on the plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm lickin on a plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm nibblin on a plum, Ya don't stop\n  When you're pickin up the plums, Ya don't stop\n"},{"id":22967142,"name":"Plumskinzz (Oh No I Don't Believe It!)","trackName":"Plumskinzz (Oh No I Don't Believe It!)","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Black Bastards Deluxe Edition","duration":101.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nUh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nUhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\nSho' nuff as the 7-11 wins\nI's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when?\nA rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin\nThick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten\nUp high, the up high I'm covered\nWith the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe\nDown low on the down low\nI know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\nMind wanderin, mind playin tricks\nI want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\nTongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\nThinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\nBeware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\nSee no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\nOnce bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\nAnd once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\nAt the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\nOnly ones runnin to the corner is pale males\nOpen all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\nBack to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\nAnd if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\nI'll say sweet young, from your? have some\nYou got some peach fuzz\n\"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\nDon't drool with all the juice you dribble\nScribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\nTrust, just, in case you're asked why\nBehind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\nHuntin for those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nLike suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\nSince last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\nAnd me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\nNow that the toys in my bed hit the edges\nSkinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\nLegs over ledges, I'm over heels\nOver heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\nBut then hard times come, oh and how\nIt makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\nNo I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\nI find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\nUp somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\nGreat shape got me Great date but untamed\nYou never knows, where goes my hand next\nSuprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\nLust for lust-ful got me lustin\nHonies ask for it, but then they start bustin\nWant ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\nBaby listen close, and follow this procedure\nYou feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\nBut before you go you know we gotta get somethin\nStart-ed, pump-kin, pie\nI promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\nBy the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\nIn my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\nI never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\nOooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\nDon't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\nDon't think I won't when I woulda\nI save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\nDamn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\nUnless it be all that, be all that\nIt won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\nI'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\nBut always fix fat drums in the batter\nThey say you must, must share a little plum\nI say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\nI play the role, play the role, kinda shy\nAnd keep the concept to unbutton the fly\nThe question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\nI pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\nRaw as can be, I can be much more adore\nMy sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\nIt's plenty much, plenty much to go round\nI weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\nMaybe I slap big, bot-tom round\nBut if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\nThings that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\nTaste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\nIf you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin\nAnd you should know, like Flynn I'm in\nFor those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm squishin up a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm rubbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm goin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nAnd when I'm grabbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm? on the plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm nibblin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nWhen you're pickin up the plums, Ya don't stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Plumskinzz (Oh No I Don't Believe It!)\n  artist: KMD\n  album: Black Bastards Deluxe Edition\n  duration_ms: 101000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\n  Sho' nuff as the 7-11 wins\n  I's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when?\n  A rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin\n  Thick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten\n  Up high, the up high I'm covered\n  With the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe\n  Down low on the down low\n  I know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\n  Mind wanderin, mind playin tricks\n  I want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\n  Tongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\n  Thinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\n  Beware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\n  See no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\n  Once bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\n  And once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\n  At the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\n  Only ones runnin to the corner is pale males\n  Open all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\n  Back to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\n  And if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\n  I'll say sweet young, from your? have some\n  You got some peach fuzz\n  \"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\n  Don't drool with all the juice you dribble\n  Scribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\n  Trust, just, in case you're asked why\n  Behind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\n  Huntin for those plumskinzz\n\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  Like suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\n  Since last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\n  And me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\n  Now that the toys in my bed hit the edges\n  Skinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\n  Legs over ledges, I'm over heels\n  Over heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\n  But then hard times come, oh and how\n  It makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\n  No I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\n  I find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\n  Up somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\n  Great shape got me Great date but untamed\n  You never knows, where goes my hand next\n  Suprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\n  Lust for lust-ful got me lustin\n  Honies ask for it, but then they start bustin\n  Want ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\n  Baby listen close, and follow this procedure\n  You feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\n  But before you go you know we gotta get somethin\n  Start-ed, pump-kin, pie\n  I promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\n  By the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\n  In my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\n  I never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\n  Oooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\n  Don't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\n  Don't think I won't when I woulda\n  I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\n  Damn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\n  Unless it be all that, be all that\n  It won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\n  I'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\n  But always fix fat drums in the batter\n  They say you must, must share a little plum\n  I say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\n  I play the role, play the role, kinda shy\n  And keep the concept to unbutton the fly\n  The question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\n  I pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\n  Raw as can be, I can be much more adore\n  My sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\n  It's plenty much, plenty much to go round\n  I weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\n  Maybe I slap big, bot-tom round\n  But if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\n  Things that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\n  Taste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\n  If you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin\n  And you should know, like Flynn I'm in\n  For those plumskinzz\n\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm squishin up a plum, Ya 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uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\nSho' nuff as the 7-11 wins\nI's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when?\nA rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin\nThick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten\nUp high, the up high I'm covered\nWith the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe\nDown low on the down low\nI know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\nMind wanderin, mind playin tricks\nI want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\nTongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\nThinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\nBeware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\nSee no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\nOnce bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\nAnd once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\nAt the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\nOnly ones runnin to the corner is pale males\nOpen all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\nBack to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\nAnd if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\nI'll say sweet young, from your? have some\nYou got some peach fuzz\n\"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\nDon't drool with all the juice you dribble\nScribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\nTrust, just, in case you're asked why\nBehind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\nHuntin for those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nLike suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\nSince last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\nAnd me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\nNow that the toys in my bed hit the edges\nSkinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\nLegs over ledges, I'm over heels\nOver heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\nBut then hard times come, oh and how\nIt makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\nNo I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\nI find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\nUp somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\nGreat shape got me Great date but untamed\nYou never knows, where goes my hand next\nSuprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\nLust for lust-ful got me lustin\nHonies ask for it, but then they start bustin\nWant ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\nBaby listen close, and follow this procedure\nYou feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\nBut before you go you know we gotta get somethin\nStart-ed, pump-kin, pie\nI promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\nBy the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\nIn my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\nI never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\nOooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\nDon't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\nDon't think I won't when I woulda\nI save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\nDamn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\nUnless it be all that, be all that\nIt won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\nI'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\nBut always fix fat drums in the batter\nThey say you must, must share a little plum\nI say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\nI play the role, play the role, kinda shy\nAnd keep the concept to unbutton the fly\nThe question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\nI pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\nRaw as can be, I can be much more adore\nMy sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\nIt's plenty much, plenty much to go round\nI weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\nMaybe I slap big, bot-tom round\nBut if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\nThings that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\nTaste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\nIf you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin\nAnd you should know, like Flynn I'm in\nFor those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm squishin up a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm rubbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm goin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nAnd when I'm grabbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm? on the plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm nibblin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nWhen you're pickin up the plums, Ya don't stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Plumskinzz (Oh No I Don't Believe It!)\n  artist: KMD\n  album: Bl_ck B_st_rds\n  duration_ms: 149000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\n  Sho' nuff as the 7-11 wins\n  I's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when?\n  A rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin\n  Thick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten\n  Up high, the up high I'm covered\n  With the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe\n  Down low on the down low\n  I know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\n  Mind wanderin, mind playin tricks\n  I want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\n  Tongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\n  Thinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\n  Beware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\n  See no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\n  Once bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\n  And once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\n  At the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\n  Only ones runnin to the corner is pale males\n  Open all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\n  Back to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\n  And if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\n  I'll say sweet young, from your? have some\n  You got some peach fuzz\n  \"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\n  Don't drool with all the juice you dribble\n  Scribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\n  Trust, just, in case you're asked why\n  Behind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\n  Huntin for those plumskinzz\n\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  Like suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\n  Since last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\n  And me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\n  Now that the toys in my bed hit the edges\n  Skinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\n  Legs over ledges, I'm over heels\n  Over heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\n  But then hard times come, oh and how\n  It makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\n  No I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\n  I find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\n  Up somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\n  Great shape got me Great date but untamed\n  You never knows, where goes my hand next\n  Suprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\n  Lust for lust-ful got me lustin\n  Honies ask for it, but then they start bustin\n  Want ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\n  Baby listen close, and follow this procedure\n  You feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\n  But before you go you know we gotta get somethin\n  Start-ed, pump-kin, pie\n  I promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\n  By the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\n  In my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\n  I never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\n  Oooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\n  Don't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\n  Don't think I won't when I woulda\n  I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\n  Damn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\n  Unless it be all that, be all that\n  It won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\n  I'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\n  But always fix fat drums in the batter\n  They say you must, must share a little plum\n  I say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\n  I play the role, play the role, kinda shy\n  And keep the concept to unbutton the fly\n  The question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\n  I pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\n  Raw as can be, I can be much more adore\n  My sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\n  It's plenty much, plenty much to go round\n  I weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\n  Maybe I slap big, bot-tom round\n  But if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\n  Things that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\n  Taste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\n  If you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin\n  And you should know, like Flynn I'm in\n  For those plumskinzz\n\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm squishin up a plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm rubbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm goin on a plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  And when I'm grabbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm? on the plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm lickin on a plum, Ya don't stop\n  I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\n  When I'm nibblin on a plum, Ya don't stop\n  When you're pickin up the plums, Ya don't stop\n"},{"id":38505219,"name":"Plumskinzz (Oh No I Don’t Believe It)","trackName":"Plumskinzz (Oh No I Don’t Believe It)","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Baldur's Gate 3 (Original Game Soundtrack)","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nUh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nUhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\nSho' nuff as the 7-11 wins\nI's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when?\nA rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin\nThick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten\nUp high, the up high I'm covered\nWith the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe\nDown low on the down low\nI know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\nMind wanderin, mind playin tricks\nI want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\nTongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\nThinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\nBeware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\nSee no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\nOnce bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\nAnd once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\nAt the corner store a sign reads, \"For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail\"\nOnly ones runnin to the corner is pale males\nOpen all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale\nBack to the honeyplum that's swift with gift\nAnd if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth\nI'll say sweet young, from your? have some\nYou got some peach fuzz\n\"Yeah you know me!\" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz\nDon't drool with all the juice you dribble\nScribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble\nTrust, just, in case you're asked why\nBehind my buttonfly is a fruit fly\nHuntin for those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nLike suckin on a plum, ya don't stop\n\nSince last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin\nAnd me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh\nNow that the toys in my bed hit the edges\nSkinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges\nLegs over ledges, I'm over heels\nOver heels, five-nine is the result of how I build\nBut then hard times come, oh and how\nIt makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\nNo I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\nI find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\nUp somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\nGreat shape got me Great date but untamed\nYou never knows, where goes my hand next\nSuprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\nLust for lust-ful got me lustin\nHonies ask for it, but then they start bustin\nWant ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\nBaby listen close, and follow this procedure\nYou feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\nBut before you go you know we gotta get somethin\nStart-ed, pump-kin, pie\nI promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\nBy the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\nIn my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\nI never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\nOooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\nDon't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\nDon't think I won't when I woulda\nI save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\nDamn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\nUnless it be all that, be all that\nIt won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\nI'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\nBut always fix fat drums in the batter\nThey say you must, must share a little plum\nI say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\nI play the role, play the role, kinda shy\nAnd keep the concept to unbutton the fly\nThe question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\nI pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\nRaw as can be, I can be much more adore\nMy sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\nIt's plenty much, plenty much to go round\nI weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\nMaybe I slap big, bot-tom round\nBut if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\nThings that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\nTaste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\nIf you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin\nAnd you should know, like Flynn I'm in\nFor those plumskinzz\n\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm squishin up a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm rubbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm goin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nAnd when I'm grabbin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm? on the plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm lickin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nI said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop\nWhen I'm nibblin on a plum, Ya don't stop\nWhen you're pickin up the plums, Ya don't stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Plumskinzz (Oh No I Don’t Believe It)\n  artist: KMD\n  album: Baldur's Gate 3 (Original Game Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\n  Sho' nuff as the 7-11 wins\n  I's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when?\n  A rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin\n  Thick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten\n  Up high, the up high I'm covered\n  With the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe\n  Down low on the down low\n  I know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe\n  Mind wanderin, mind playin tricks\n  I want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks\n  Tongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin\n  Thinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'\n  Beware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?\n  See no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?\n  Once bruised one time, 'tis forgotten\n  And once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums\n  At the corner store a sign 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come, oh and how\n  It makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau\n  No I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze\n  I find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise\n  Up somethin lovely kickin game, no shame\n  Great shape got me Great date but untamed\n  You never knows, where goes my hand next\n  Suprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex\n  Lust for lust-ful got me lustin\n  Honies ask for it, but then they start bustin\n  Want ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya\n  Baby listen close, and follow this procedure\n  You feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin\n  But before you go you know we gotta get somethin\n  Start-ed, pump-kin, pie\n  I promise to lick ya til your well runs dry\n  By the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon\n  In my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom\n  I never touch young bright them plums til they reach age\n  Oooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage\n  Don't think I ain't good when I'm gooder\n  Don't think I won't when I woulda\n  I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon\n  Damn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune\n  Unless it be all that, be all that\n  It won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter\n  I'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix\n  But always fix fat drums in the batter\n  They say you must, must share a little plum\n  I say, \"With that idea kid, you're dumb\"\n  I play the role, play the role, kinda shy\n  And keep the concept to unbutton the fly\n  The question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?\n  I pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore\n  Raw as can be, I can be much more adore\n  My sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw\n  It's plenty much, plenty much to go round\n  I weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound\n  Maybe I slap big, bot-tom round\n  But if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down\n  Things that make you go \"Mmmmm\"\n  Taste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go \"Mmmmm\"\n  If you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin\n  And you should know, like Flynn I'm 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