Gasoline Dreams by Outkast

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