Текст (слова) песни: De La Soul - Oodles of Os

Dove:

Oodles and oodles of os, 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 dont cast a glow

Yes, I guess its reflex

Some have no control

Id rather let a laughter

And tally, off I go

Canoeing in the river or out into the o

You just know were 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 Im mr. jolico

Pissed with the witness, and now I adore

Os got the world cause os was on tour

Girls gave the os and guys, oh for sure

Where they arose, well nobody knows

What do they mean, well heres how it goes

Oh shoots got the os when you hold the dough

You know who you are but they didnt know

And now with respect they flex like a pro

Youre first another nigger but now an afro

Oodles and oodles of os and

Oodles and oodles and oodles of os ya know

They givin oodles of os and os

And oodles and oodles and oodles of os ya know

They givin oodles of os and os

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 os has the "hoos" in mic checks

Os take the shape of medallions and specs

Dont forget the os 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, wont sniff the ker-plows

Mase got something to say and it goes:

(maseo is rockin on the radio)

Now I think were talkin bout the oodles of os

Ya know, I think were talkin bout the

Oodles of os, yeah

Were talkin bout the oodles of os ya know

I think were talkin bout the oodles of os

I think were talkin bout the oodles of os

Ya know, I think were talkin bout the

(oh, shit)

Hoods like to play my joe, ya know

Guns goin "bo!" people hit the floor

Dont have a piece but an arrow and bow

Target it firm cause Im head comancho

Charging barricades like a raging rhino

The donuts come big and some in jumbo

The landlord is finished but before I go

Ill give a shout out to quest

And my fellow jungle bros

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

(whats 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 yall

Were selling os, yall

Were selling os and os

Were selling os at the corner store yall

Were selling os, yall

Were selling oodles and oodles and oodles

And oodles of os, yall

Were selling os, yall, at the corner store

Were selling os at the corner store, yall

Were selling os, yall, at the corner store

Were selling os and os and os, os, yall

Were selling oodles and oodles of os, yall

Were selling oodles and oodles of os, yall

Were selling oodles and oodles...

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