Oodles Of O's

DOVE:

Oodles and oodles of O's you know

You get 'em from my sister

You get 'em from my bro

All I is is man and once an embryo

Am I solid gold? I don't cast a glow

Yes I guess it's reflex

Some have no control

I'd rather let a laughter

And tally off I go

Canoeing in the river or out into the O

You just know we're not

So not play the role

Some are lovey Dovey ah you crazy crow

Some shake your hand but

(This is called the Show)

I was John Doe, now I'm Mr. Jolico'

Pissed with the witness, and now I adore

O's got the world 'cause O's was on tour

Girls gave the O's and guys, oh for sure

Where they arose, well nobody knows

What do they mean, well here's how it goes

Oh shoot's got the O's when you hold the dough

You know who you are but they didn't know

And now with respect they flex like a pro

You're first another nigger but now an Afro

Oodles and oodles of O's and

Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's ya know

They givin' oodles of O's and O's

And oodles and oodles and oodles of O's ya know

They givin' oodles of O's and O's

And oodles and oodles and oodles of

(OH!)

POS:

Last of the fast Plug pipers at the door

In your eye, burning like rubbing alcohol

Native is the Tongue that speaks the Guacomo

Kinfolk will play this in stere-ere-o

Chanters play the part of a herd at a show

Pos prints the peace on his jeans or Jebos

But let the herd know if beef they wanna throw

Lunches of punches is what I bestow

Oodles of O's has the "Hoo's" in mic checks

O's take the shape of medallions and specs

Don't forget the O's that let the air in my nose

Breathe in the fresh as the stale hit the road

Girls ask for flicks and unblock the pores

Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the ker-plows

Mase got something to say and it goes:

(Maseo is rockin' on the radio)

Now I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's

Ya know, I think we're talkin' 'bout the

Oodles of O's, yeah

We're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's ya know

I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's

I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's

Ya know, I think we're talkin' 'bout the

(Oh, shit)

Hoods like to play my Joe, ya know

Guns goin' "bo!" people hit the floor

Don't have a piece but an arrow and bow

Target it firm 'cause I'm head Comancho

Charging barricades like a raging rhino

The donuts come big and some in jumbo

The Landlord is finished but before I go

I'll give a shout out to Quest

And my fellow Jungle Bro's

DOVE:

Knocked by the dock of the bay by the shore

Swimmin' in the rhythm of the hi-de-hi-de-ho

Punk Pinocchios gotta go, gotta go

(What's the reason?) to be cheerful

Season is breeze, time to pimp promo

Nuts can no flow if the shade is in the dough

On with me hat, d-d-duh-duh-doh,

Dredlock is heading out the door y'all

We're selling O's, y'all

We're selling O's and O's

We're selling O's at the corner store y'all

We're selling O's, y'all

We're selling oodles and oodles and oodles

And oodles of O's, y'all

We're selling O's, y'all, at the corner store

We're selling O's at the corner store, y'all

We're selling O's, y'all, at the corner store

We're selling O's and O's and O's, O's, y'all

We're selling oodles and oodles of O's, y'all

We're selling oodles and oodles of O's, y'all

We're selling oodles and oodles...