[Intro]
Oh no I don't believe it
B-b-bum

[Verse: Subroc]
Don't think I ain't good when I'm gooder
Don't think I won't when I woulda
I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon
Damn, I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune
Unless it be all that, be all that
It won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter
I'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix
But always fix fat drums in the batter
They say you must, must share a little plum
I say, "With that idea, kid, you're dumb"
I play the role, play the role, kinda shy
And keep the concept to unbutton the fly
The question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?
I pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore
Raw as can be, I can be much more
Adore my sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw
It's plenty much, plenty much to go around
I weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound
Maybe I slap big, bot-tom 'round
But if not, sit tight, I just might hound you down
Things that make you go "Mmmmm"
Taste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go "Mmmmm"
If you ain't already been, yo, catch me with a finnicky grin
And you should know, like Flynn I'm in
For those plumskinzz
[Outro]
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm squishin up a plum (Ya don't stop!)
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm rubbin on a plum (Ya don't stop!)
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm goin on a plum (Ya don't stop!)
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
And when I'm grabbin on a plum (Ya don't stop!)
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm juggling a plum (Ya don't stop!)
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm lickin on a plum (Ya don't stop!)
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm nibblin on a plum (Ya don't stop!)
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When you're pickin up the plums (Ya don't stop!)