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Outkast ~ Gasoline Dreams
| I ride I ride I ride I ride ... 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 yo' slice of life I'm telling you why I hear that Mother Nature's now on birthcontrol The coldest pimp be lookin' for somebody to hold The highway up to Heaven got a crock on the toll Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go André 3000: All my heroes did hope every nigga 'round me playin' married or payin' child support, I can't cope Never made no sense to me one day I hope it will And that's, sport, sport Pray I live to see the day when Seven's happily married With kids, woe, woe The world is movinfast and I'm losin' my balance No time dig, low, low To a place where ain't nowhere to go but up Ya qut' me say shiiittt, 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 yo' slice of life I'm telling you why I hear that Mother Nature's now on birthcontrol The coldest pimp be lookin' for somebody to hold The highway up to Heaven got a crock on the toll Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go Big Boi: It's shitty little Ricky Stratton got a million bucks My cousin Ricky Walker got tenyears doing Fed time On a first offense drug bust, fuck the Holice That's if you racist or ya crooked Arrest me for this dope, I dind't weigh it up or crook it You gotta charge the world 'cause over a millin people took it Look at me, you outta your jurisdictio now you looking stupid Officer, get off me sir, don't make me call L.A. he'll have ya walking sir A couple of months ago the gave OutKast the key of the city But I still gotta pay my taxes and they give us no pity About the joungster amongst us you think the respect the law They think they monsters, they love us, reality rappin' And giving the youth the trugh from this booth And when we on the 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 yo' slice of life I'm telling you why I hear that Mother Nature's now on birthcontrol The coldest pimp be lookin' for somebody to hold The highway up to Heaven got a crock on the toll Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go Khujo Goodie: Officer of the most high, you touch me you touch the apple of this 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 eating pork, abomination, desecration for beating flesh Penalty for violation is death Woe, woe to the man that strive with his maker judgement day Hip, hop hooray! Mr. Reaper, Babylon the Great The mother of heartless is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled The liquor fire is calling 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 yo' slice of life I'm telling you why I hear that Mother Nature's now on birthcontrol The coldest pimp be lookin' for somebody to hold The highway up to Heaven got a crock on the toll Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go wuh more free lyrics |