text: 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 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 
  I was John Doe, now Im Mr. Jolicoeur
  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
  Were 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 nigga but now an Afro
  Oodles and oodles of Os and
  Oodles and oodles and oodles of Os you know
  Oodles and oodles of Os and
  Oodles and oodles and oodles of Os you know
  Oodles and oodles of Os and
  Oodles and oodles and oodles of Os
  Last of the fast Plug pipers at the door
  In your eyes burning like rubbing alcohol
  Native is the Tongue that speaks the Guacomō
  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
  Lunches of punches is what I bestow
  Oodles of Os enhance my hos at mic checks
  Os take the shape of medallions and specs
  And 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 Ill plot the pose
  Eat the Al Greens, wont sniff the Kurt Blows
  Mase got something to say and it goes
  Now I think were talking bout the oodles of Os ya know
  I think were talking bout the oodles of Os
  I think were talking bout the oodles of Os ya know
  I think were talking bout the oodles of Os
  I think were talking bout the oodles of Os ya know
  I think were talking bout the oodles of Os
  Yeah, were talking bout the oodles of Os ya know
  I think were talking bout the oodles of Os
  Hoods like to play macho, you know
  Guns going 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
  Knocked by the dock of the bay by the shore
  Swimming in the rhythm of the hi-de-hi-de-ho
  Punk Pinocchios gotta go, gotta go
   to be cheerful
  Season is breeze, time to pimp promote
  Nuts can no flow if the shade is in the dough
  On with me hat, d-d-duh-duh-doh
  Dreadlock 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
  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