Lyrics:

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 a