Dove:
Oodles and oodles of os, 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 dont cast a glow
Yes, I guess its reflex
Some have no control
Id rather let a laughter
And tally, off I go
Canoeing in the river or out into the o
You just know were 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 Im mr. jolico
Pissed with the witness, and now I adore
Os got the world cause os was on tour
Girls gave the os and guys, oh for sure
Where they arose, well nobody knows
What do they mean, well heres how it goes
Oh shoots got the os when you hold the dough
You know who you are but they didnt know
And now with respect they flex like a pro
Youre first another nigger but now an afro
Oodles and oodles of os and
Oodles and oodles and oodles of os ya know
They givin oodles of os and os
And oodles and oodles and oodles of os ya know
They givin oodles of os and os
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 os has the "hoos" in mic checks
Os take the shape of medallions and specs
Dont forget the os 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, wont sniff the ker-plows
Mase got something to say and it goes:
(maseo is rockin on the radio)
Now I think were talkin bout the oodles of os
Ya know, I think were talkin bout the
Oodles of os, yeah
Were talkin bout the oodles of os ya know
I think were talkin bout the oodles of os
I think were talkin bout the oodles of os
Ya know, I think were talkin bout the
(oh, shit)
Hoods like to play my joe, ya know
Guns goin "bo!" people hit the floor
Dont have a piece but an arrow and bow
Target it firm cause Im head comancho
Charging barricades like a raging rhino
The donuts come big and some in jumbo
The landlord is finished but before I go
Ill give a shout out to quest
And my fellow jungle bros
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
(whats 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 yall
Were selling os, yall
Were selling os and os
Were selling os at the corner store yall
Were selling os, yall
Were selling oodles and oodles and oodles
And oodles of os, yall
Were selling os, yall, at the corner store
Were selling os at the corner store, yall
Were selling os, yall, at the corner store
Were selling os and os and os, os, yall
Were selling oodles and oodles of os, yall
Were selling oodles and oodles of os, yall
Were selling oodles and oodles...
