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Dove: |
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Oodles and oodles of o' s, you know |
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You get ' em from my sister |
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You get ' em from my bro |
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All i is is man, and once an embryo |
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Am i solid gold? i don' t cast a glow |
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Yes, i guess it' s reflex |
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Some have no control |
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I' d rather let a laughter |
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And tally, off i go |
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Canoeing in the river or out into the o |
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You just know we' re not |
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So not play the role |
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Some are loveydovey, ah you crazy crow |
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Some shake your hand but |
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this is called the show |
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I was john doe, now i' m mr. jolico' |
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Pissed with the witness, and now i adore |
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O' s got the world ' cause o' s was on tour |
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Girls gave the o' s and guys, oh for sure |
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Where they arose, well nobody knows |
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What do they mean, well here' s how it goes |
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Oh shoot' s got the o' s when you hold the dough |
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You know who you are but they didn' t know |
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And now with respect they flex like a pro |
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You' re first another nigger but now an afro |
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Oodles and oodles of o' s and |
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Oodles and oodles and oodles of o' s ya know |
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They givin' oodles of o' s and o' s |
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And oodles and oodles and oodles of o' s ya know |
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They givin' oodles of o' s and o' s |
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And oodles and oodles and oodles of |
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oh! |
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Pos: |
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Last of the fast plug pipers at the door |
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In your eye, burning like rubbing alcohol |
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Native is the tongue that speaks the guacomo |
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Kinfolk will play this in stereereo |
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Chanters play the part of a herd at a show |
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Pos prints the peace on his jeans or jebos |
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But let the herd know if beef they wanna throw |
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Lunches of punches is what i bestow |
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Oodles of o' s has the " hoo' s" in mic checks |
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O' s take the shape of medallions and specs |
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Don' t forget the o' s that let the air in my nose |
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Breathe in the fresh as the stale hit the road |
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Girls ask for flicks and unblock the pores |
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Eat the al greens, won' t sniff the kerplows |
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Mase got something to say and it goes: |
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maseo is rockin' on the radio |
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Now i think we' re talkin' ' bout the oodles of o' s |
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Ya know, i think we' re talkin' ' bout the |
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Oodles of o' s, yeah |
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We' re talkin' ' bout the oodles of o' s ya know |
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I think we' re talkin' ' bout the oodles of o' s |
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I think we' re talkin' ' bout the oodles of o' s |
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Ya know, i think we' re talkin' ' bout the |
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oh, shit |
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Hoods like to play my joe, ya know |
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Guns goin' " bo!" people hit the floor |
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Don' t have a piece but an arrow and bow |
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Target it firm ' cause i' m head comancho |
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Charging barricades like a raging rhino |
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The donuts come big and some in jumbo |
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The landlord is finished but before i go |
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I' ll give a shout out to quest |
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And my fellow jungle bro' s |
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Dove: |
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Knocked by the dock of the bay by the shore |
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Swimmin' in the rhythm of the hidehideho |
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Punk pinocchios gotta go, gotta go |
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what' s the reason? to be cheerful |
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Season is breeze, time to pimp promo |
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Nuts can no flow if the shade is in the dough |
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On with me hat, ddduhduhdoh, |
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Dredlock is heading out the door y' all |
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We' re selling o' s, y' all |
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We' re selling o' s and o' s |
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We' re selling o' s at the corner store y' all |
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We' re selling o' s, y' all |
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We' re selling oodles and oodles and oodles |
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And oodles of o' s, y' all |
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We' re selling o' s, y' all, at the corner store |
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We' re selling o' s at the corner store, y' all |
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We' re selling o' s, y' all, at the corner store |
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We' re selling o' s and o' s and o' s, o' s, y' all |
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We' re selling oodles and oodles of o' s, y' all |
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We' re selling oodles and oodles of o' s, y' all |
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We' re selling oodles and oodles... |