Album Name

Stankonia

Artist

OutKast

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2000.11.01

Release Agency

La Face

Gasoline Dreams - OutKast
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Alright alright alright alright
Alright alright alright alright
Alright alright alright alright
Alright alright alright alright
Alright alright alright alright
Alright alright alright alright
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' ya why
I hear that Mother Nature
now's 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 to go
All of my heroes did dope
Every nigga round me
playing married
or paying 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 moving fast
and I'm losing my balance
Now time to dig low low
To a place where ain't
nowhere to go but up
You with me say shit sho sho
Now let me ask ya'll 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 tellin' ya why
I hear that Mother Nature
now's 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 to go
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 for 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
I'm outta your jurisdiction
now ya lookin' stupid
Officer get off me sir
Don't make me call LA
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 these 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
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' ya why
I hear that Mother Nature
now's 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 to go
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 their 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 harlots is falling
prophecy must be fulfilled
The lake of 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 tellin' ya why
I hear that Mother Nature
now's 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 to go