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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



Andrй 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

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



Andrй 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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