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...