it's not fair!
before you say so. beat is crazy
yo
you go oodles and oodles of o's
y'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 laughte
tally off i go
canoeing in the river or out into the o
you just know me 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. joliceau
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 oh my niggaz
for sure
where they arose
well nobody knows
and what do they mean
i mean this 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 noooooow. oodles of oodles of o's
y'know
we go oodles of oodles of o's
y'know
we go oodles of oodles of o's
y'know
we go oodles of oodles of o's
y'know - shut up!
last of the fast plug pipers at yo' do'
in ya eye
burning like rubbin alcoho'
native is the tongue that speaks the guacomo
kinfolk will play this in stere-ere-o
chanters play the part of a herd of a show
pos prints the peace on his jeans of girbauds
but let the herd know
beef they wanna throw
lunches of punches
is what we'll bestow
oodles of o's enhance my ho's" and mic checks