Gasoline Dreams (Feat. 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!