Oodles of O’s (Live at Tramps, NYC, 1996) De La Soul

[Intro: Posdnous]
Ego trip, ego trip
My man Plug Two through the ego trip

[Verse 1: Trugoy the 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 (What?)
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
And some shake your hand but
(This is called the Show)
Ayo, I was John Doe, now I'm Mr. Jolico'
Pissed with the witness, so now I adore
O's got the world ('cause O's was on tour)
Ayo, girls gave the O's (and all my niggas, for sure)
Now, 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 an Afro