Gasoline Dreams Lyrics by Outkast

Gasoline Dreams Lyrics

    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

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