OutKast — Gasoline Dreams

[Intro: André 3000] 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 [Chorus: André 3000] 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 [Verse 1: Andre 3000] 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 [Chorus: André 3000] 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 [Verse 2: Big Boi] 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 L.A.—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... [Chorus: André 3000] 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 [Verse 3: Khujo] 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 [Chorus: André 3000] 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