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  • 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, ****)
    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...
  • 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, ****)
    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...