OutKast, Khujo Goodie - Gasoline Dreams lyrics

Woo alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright

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 tellin' ya why
I hear that Mother Nature
Now's 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

All of my heroes did dope
Every nigga '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
Woe, woe the world is moving fast and
I'm losing my balance
Now, time to dig, low, low
To a place where ain't nowhere to go but up
You with 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 yo' slice of
Life I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that Mother Nature
Now's 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

It's shitty like Ricky Stratton
Got a million bucks
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, I'm out of your jurisdiction
Now you're lookin' stupid
Officer, get off me, sir
Don't make me call LA he'll have you 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 muthafucka 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's 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

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 kinfolk
Still eating pork
Abomination, desecration for beating flesh
Penalty for violation is death woe, woe
To the man that strive with
His maker on Judgment Day hip-hip hooray!
Mystery, 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 muthafucka 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's 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