Alright   Alright   Alright      Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?   Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams   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 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 to dig, low, low   To a place where ain't nowhere to go but up   Ya wit me say shit, sho sho   Now let me ask y'all this      Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?   Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams   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 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, 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      Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?   Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams   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 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 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      Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?   Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams   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 to go