text: Woo
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  Dont everybody like the smell of gasoline?
  Well burn muthafucka burn American dreams
  Dont everybody like the taste of apple pie?
  Well snap for yo slice of life Im tellin ya why
  I hear that Mother Nature nows 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 aint got nowhere to go, nowhere to go
  All of my heroes did dope
  Every nigga round me playing married, or paying child support
  I cant cope
  Never made no sense to me, one day I hope it will
  And thats that, sport, sport
  Pray I live to see the day when Sevens happily married with kids
  Woe, woe
  The world is moving fast and Im losing my balance
  Now, time to dig, low, low
  To a place where aint nowhere to go but up, you with me?
  Say shit, sho, sho
  Now let me ask yall this
  Dont everybody like the smell of gasoline?
  Well burn muthafucka burn American dreams
  Dont everybody like the taste of apple pie?
  Well snap for yo slice of life Im tellin ya why
  I hear that Mother Nature nows 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 aint got nowhere to go, nowhere to go
  Its 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 ho-lice!
  Thats if youre racist or youre crooked
  Arrest me for this dope, I didnt weight it up or cook it
  You gotta charge the world cause over a million people took it
  Look at me, Im out of your jurisdiction, now youre lookin stupid
  Officer, get off me, sir
  Dont make me call L.A.—hell have you 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
  Dont everybody, everybody...
  Dont everybody like the smell of gasoline?
  Well burn muthafucka burn American dreams
  Dont everybody like the taste of apple pie?
  Well snap for yo slice of life Im tellin ya why
  I hear that Mother Nature nows 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 aint got nowhere to go, nowhere to go
  Officer of the most high
  You touch me, you touch the apple of his eye
  If they kick us out, where will we go?
  Not to Africa cause not one of them acknowledge us as they kinfolk
  Still eatin pork
  Abomination, desecration for beating flesh
  Penalty for violation is death
  Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker on Judgment Day
  Hip-hip-hooray!
  Mystery, Babylon the great
  The mother of harlots is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled
  The lake of fire is calling
  Dont everybody like the smell of gasoline?
  Well burn muthafucka burn American dreams
  Dont everybody like the taste of apple pie?
  Well snap for yo slice of life Im tellin ya why
  I hear that Mother Nature nows 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 aint got nowhere to go, nowhere to go