Song | Oodles of O's |
Artist | De La Soul |
Album | Live at Tramps, NYC, 1996 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Huston, Mason, Posdnuos ... | |
Dove: | |
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... |
zuo ci : Huston, Mason, Posdnuos ... | |
Dove: | |
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 loveydovey, 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 stereereo | |
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 kerplows | |
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 hidehideho | |
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, ddduhduhdoh, | |
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... |
zuò cí : Huston, Mason, Posdnuos ... | |
Dove: | |
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 loveydovey, 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 stereereo | |
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 kerplows | |
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 hidehideho | |
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, ddduhduhdoh, | |
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... |