o' shut up

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