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OutKast - Gasoline Dreams lyrics
Hook 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 you why I hear that MOther Nature's now on birth control the coldest pimp be lookin for somebody to hold the highway up to Heaven got a crook on the too Youth full of fire aint got nowhere to go, nowhere to go 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 dig low. low. to a place where ain't nowhere to go but up ya wit me say shiiittt, sho. sho. Now let me ask y'all this Hook It's shittly little ricky stratton got a million bucks my cousin ricky walker got ten yeaers doin fed time on a first offense drunk bust, fuck the Holice that's if you racist or ya crooked aresst me for this dope. I didn't wieght 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 you lookin stupid officer, get off me sir, don't make me call L.A. he'll have you walkin sir a couple of months ago, they gave OutKast the key to the city but i sill 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, realit rappin' and giving the youth the truth from this booth and when we on stage we scream don't everybody everbody. Hook 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 caue not one of them acknowledge us as the kin folk still eating prok, abomination, descration of beating flesh penalty for violation is death woe, woe to the man that strive with his maker on judgment day hip, hip, horray! Mr. Reaper, Babylon the Great the mother of heartless is falling, prophecy must be fullfilled the liquor fire is calling Hook |
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