De La Soul

De La Soul - Oodles Of O's songtekst

Je score:

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
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Dave Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer, Paul Huston, Tom Waits, Vincent Mason

Componist: ?

Publisher: Warner Strategic Marketing

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 2012

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: De La Soul Is Dead (1991)

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