Oceansize

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, shit) 



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...