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