Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why?
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams
Or payin' child support
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
To a place where ain't nowhere to go but up
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
The mother of heartless is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled
Don't make me call L.A. he'll have ya walking sir
Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams
And that's that, sport, sport
We'll snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why?
Never made no sense to me one day I hope it will
Ya wit me say shit, sho sho
Look at me, you outta your jurisdiction now ya lookin' stupid
I can't cope
They think they monsters, they love us, reality rappin'
If they kick us out where will we go
We'll snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why
About the youngsters amongst us
Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
I hear that mother nature's now on birth control
You think they respect the law
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
You gotta charge the world cause over a million people took it
That's if ya racist or ya crooked
But I still gotta pay my taxes and they give us no pity
I hear that mother nature's now on birth control
The world is movin' fast and I'm losin' my balance
Don't everybody, everybody
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
And when we on stage we scream
Alright
Penalty for violation is death
On a first offense drug bust, fuck the holice
Officer of the most high you touch me you touch the apple of this eye
My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing fed time
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
It's shitty like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Not to Africa 'cause not one of them acknowledge us as they kin folk
Officer, get off me sir
Pray I live to see the day when seven's happily married
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker on judgement day
I hear that mother nature's now on birth control
All of my heroes did dope
I hear that mother nature's now on birth control
And giving the youth the truth from this booth
The liquor fire is calling
Hip hip hooray, Mr. Reaper Babylon the great
Still eatin' pork, abomination, desecration for beating flesh
We'll snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why
Every nigga round me playin' married
Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
With kids, woe woe
Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go
Arrest me for this dope I didn't weight it up or cook it
Now let me ask y'all this
Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams
A couple of months ago they gave outkast the key to the city
No time to dig, low, low
