Warren Bletcher - Gasoline Dreams lyrics

[Intro] Alright (x28) [Hook] Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn muthaf**a 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 n***a 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 sh**, sho sho Now let me ask ya'll this [Hook] Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn muthaf**a 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 sh**ty like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed time On a first offense drug bust, f** 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 [Hook] Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn muthaf**a 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 this eye If they kick us out, where will we go? Not to Africa cause not one of them acknowledge us as their kin folk Still eatin' pork Abomination desecration for beating flesh Penalty for violation is d**h Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker on Judgement 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 [Hook] Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn muthaf**a 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