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[Hook]


Don`t everybody like the smell of gasoline?


Well burn motherfucka 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 shitty like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks


My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed time


On a first offense drug bust, fuck 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





Hook

[Hook]


Don`t everybody like the smell of gasoline?


Well burn motherfucka 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 shitty like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks


My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed time


On a first offense drug bust, fuck 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





Hook

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