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
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
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