Gasoline dreams

Gasoline dreams Lyrics

Gasoline Dreams 
Featuring Khujo (Goodie Mob)

Alright (Repeat 28X) 

[Hook] 
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline? 
Well burn motherf**ka burn American Dream 
Don't everybody like the taste of Apple Pie? 
We'll snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why 
I hear that mother nature's now 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 2 go 

(Andre 3000) 
All of my heroes did dope 
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 that, sport, sport 
Pray I live to see the day when Seven's happily married 
With kids, woe woe 
The world is movin fast and I'm losin' my balance 
No time to dig, low low 
To a place where ain't nowhere to go but up 
Ya wit me say shiiit, sho sho 
Now let me ask ya'll this 

Hook 

(Big Boi) 
It's sh*tty like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks 
My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed time 
On a first offense drug bust, f**k the Holice 
That's if ya racist or ya crooked 
Arrest me 4 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, you 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 the 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 

(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 they kin folk 
Still eatin' pork 
Abomination desecration for beating flesh 
Penalty for violation is death 
Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker on judgement day 
Hip Hip Hooray! 
Mr. Reaper Babylon the great 
The mother of heartless is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled 
The liquor fire is calling 

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