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OutKast – Gasoline Dreams ft. Khujo

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Download clean vinyl LP mp3 audio song by OutKast ft. Khujo and this song is titled “Gasoline Dreams”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of their Contemporary Soul, Hip-Hop/Rap album which is titled ‘Stankonia’ which was released in the year 2000.

 

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Woo, Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

Alright, 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 motherfucker, 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 ho

The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll

Youth full of fire, ain’t got nowhere to go, nowhere to go (woo)

Uh, all of my heroes did dope

Every nigga round me playin’ 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 losin’ my balance

Now 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 motherfucker, 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 ho

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, 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 weigh 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 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 motherfucker, 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 ho

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 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

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 motherfucker, 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 ho

The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll

Youth full of fire, ain’t got nowhere to go, nowhere to go, woo

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