Gasoline Dreams (with Khujo Goodie)

Woo

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Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?

Well, burn, muthafucka, burn American dreams

Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?

We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' you why

I hear that mother nature's now on birth control

The coldest pimp be lookin' for somebody to ho

The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll

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

All of my heroes did dope

Every **** round me playin' 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, woe, woe

The world is moving fast and I'm losin' my balance

No time to dig, low, low

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

Ya wit' me say shit, sho', sho'

Now let me ask y'all this

Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?

Well, burn, muthafucka, burn American dreams

Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?

We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' you why

I hear that mother nature's now on birth control

The coldest pimp be lookin' for somebody to ho

The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll

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

It's shitty like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks

While my cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed time

On a first offense drug bust, fuck the ho-lice

That's if you're racist or you're 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, you outta your jurisdiction, now you lookin' stupid

Officer, get off me, sir

Don't make me call L.A., he'll have you walkin', 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 the 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, muthafucka, burn American dreams

Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?

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

I hear that mother nature's now on birth control

The coldest pimp be lookin' for somebody to ho

The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll

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

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 beatin' flesh

Penalty for violation is death

Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker on judgement day

Hip-hip-hooray!

Mr. Reaper Babylon the great

The mother of heartless is fallin', prophecy must be fulfilled

The lake of fire is callin'

Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?

Well, burn, muthafucka, burn American dreams

Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?

We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' you why

I hear that mother nature's now on birth control

The coldest pimp be lookin' for somebody to ho

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