Gasoline Dreams (with Khujo Goodie)

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Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?

Well, burn, motherf-, burn American dreams

Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?

We'll snap for yo' slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why

I hear that Mother Nature now on birth control

The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold

The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll

Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go

Huh, all of my heroes did dope

Every - 'round me playing married, or paying child support

I can't cope, never made no sense to me, one day I hope it will

And that's that, sport, sport

Pray I live to see the day when Seven's happily married with kids

Wow, wow, the world is moving fast, and I'm losing my balance

Now it's time to dig, low low

To a place where ain't nowhere to go but up

You with me say -, sho', sho'

Now let me ask y'all this

Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?

Well, burn, motherf-, burn American dreams

Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?

We'll snap for yo' slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why

I hear that Mother Nature now on birth control

The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold

The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll

Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go

Ricky Stratton got a million bucks

But my cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed time

On a first offense drug bust, - the holice

That's if ya racist or ya crooked

Arrest me for this dope, I didn't weight it up or cook it

You gotta charge the world, 'cause over a million people took it

Look at me, I'm outta your jurisdiction now ya lookin' stupid

Officer, get off me, sir

Don't make me call L.A., he'll have ya walking, sir

A couple of months ago, they gave OutKast the key to the city

But I still gotta pay my taxes, and they give us no pity

About these youngsters amongst us

You think they respect the law

They think they monsters, they love us, reality rappin'

And giving the youth the truth from this booth

And when we on stage we scream

Don't everybody, everybody

Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?

Well, burn, motherf-, burn American dreams

Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?

We'll snap for yo' slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why

I hear that Mother Nature now on birth control

The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold

The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll

Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go

Yeah, ugh, officer of the Most High

You touch me, you touch the apple of His eye

If they kick us out, where will we go?

Not to Africa, 'cause not one of them acknowledge us as they kin folk

Still eatin' pork

Abomination desecration for beating flesh

Penalty for violation is death

Whoa, whoa, to the man that strive with his maker on Judgment Day

Hip hip hooray!

Mr. Reaper Babylon the great

The mother of harlots is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled

The lake of fire is calling

Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?

Well, burn, motherf-, burn American dreams

Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?

We'll snap for yo' slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why

I hear that Mother Nature now on birth control

The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold

The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll

Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go, woo!