O' Shut Up

[Verse 1: Dave] You got 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, 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 this is called a show I was John Doe, now I'm David Jolicoeur Pissed with the witness, so now I adore O's got the world cause O's was on tour Girls gave the O's, and all ny niggas, for sure Where they arose, well nobody knows And what do they mean, well here's how it goes Well 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 nigga but now... [Hook] Oodles and oodles of O's you know We go oodles and oodles of O's you know We go oodles and oodles of O's you know We go oodles and oodles of O's you know Shut up [Verse 2: Pos] Last of the fast Plug pipers at the dō In your eyes burning like rubbing alcohō Native is the Tongue that speaks the Guacomō Kinfolk will play this in stere-ereō Chanters play the part of a herd of a show Pos prints the peace on his jeans or Girbauds But let the herd know, beef you wanna throw Lunches of punches is what we'll bestow Oodles of O's enhance my ho's at 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, stale hit the roads Girls ask for flicks and I plot the pose Eat the Al Greens Yo, my nigga Mase got something to say and it go Scratches: oh shit, oh shit Oh, oh-o-o-oh shit What a minute, why the fuck am I whispering?