oodles of o´s þarký sözü

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...