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