Oodles of O's

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 up the river or out into the O You just know me not so not play the role Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazies know Some shake your hand but (this is called the show) I was John Doe, now I'm Mr. Jolicoeur 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 nigga but now an Afro Oodles and oodles and O's and Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's you know They givin' Oodles an O's and O's and Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's you know They givin' Oodles and O's and O's and Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's Last of the fast Plug pipers at the do' In your eyes burning like rubbing alcoho' Native is the Tongue that speaks the Guacomole Kinfolk will play this in ster-ee-air-ee-o Chanters play the part of a herd at a show Pos prints the peace on his jeans or Girbauds But let the herd know if beef they wanna throw Lunches of punches is what I bestow Oodles of O's enhance my ho's at 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 I'll plot the pose Eat the Al Green's, won't sniff the Kurt Blow's Mase got something to say and it goes (Maceo is rocking on the radio) Now I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's ya know I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's, yeah We're talking 'bout the oodles of O's ya know I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's ya know I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's Yeah, we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's ya know I think we're talking 'bout the (oh shit) Hoods like to play macho, you know Guns going "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 Bros Knocked by the dock of the bay by the shore Swimming 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 promote Nuts can no flow if the shade is in the dough On with me hat, d-d-duh-duh-doh Dreadlock 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