Oodles of O’s

Lyrics

[Intro: Trugoy] Oodles and oodles of O's, you know You get 'em from a sister You get 'em from a bro All I is is man, and once an embryo Am I solid gold? I don't cast a glow [Verse 1: Trugoy, Doug E Fresh sample] Yes, I guess it's reflex, some have no control I'd rather let out laughter and tally up our dough Canoeing up the river, or out into the O You just know me not, so not play the role Some are lovey-Dovey – ah, you crazies know Some shake your hand, but "This is called 'The Show'!" I was John Doe, now I'm Mr. Jolicoeur Piss with a witness, somehow, I dunno O's got the world, 'cause O's was on tour Girls gave the O's, and guys O 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 nigga, but now an Afro [Chorus: Trugoy, Maseo & "Jenifa Taught Me" sample] Oodles and oodles and O's, and Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's, you know They givin' oodles and O's and O's, and Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's, you know They givin' oodles and O's and O's and Oodles and oodles and oodles of ("Oh!") [Verse 2: Posdnuos, Maseo] Last of the fast, Plug Piper's at the door In your eyes, burning like rubbing alcoho' Native is the Tongue that speaks the Guacomo' Kinfolk will play this in stere-ereo Chanters play the part of a herd at a show Pos prints the peace on his jeans or Girbauds But let the herd know, if beef they wanna throw Lunges of punches is what I bestow Oodles of O's enhance my ho's at 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 I'll plot the pose Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the Kurt Blows Mase got something to say, and it goes – Maseo is rocking on the radio...! [Chorus: Posdnuos, 3rd Bass sample] Now I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's, ya know I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's Yeah – we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's, you know I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's, ya know I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's Yeah, we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's, you know I think we're talking 'bout the— "Oh, shit!" [Verse 3: Posdnuos] Hoods like to play macho, ya know Guns goin' "bo!" – people hit the flo' Don't have a piece, but an arrow and bow Targeted 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 Bros [Verse 4: Trugoy, (Prince Paul)] Not by the dock of the bay by the sho' Swimming 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 greased, time to pimp the mold Nuts can no flow if the shade is indigo On with me hat, bay-bah-bay-baby-doh Dreadlock is heading out the door, y'all [Outro: Trugoy] 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 sto', y'all We're selling O's, y'all At the corner sto', 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 of O's...