Released: October 31, 2000

Featuring: Khujo Goodie

Songwriter: André 3000 Big Boi Mr. DJ Khujo Goodie

Producer: Earthtone III

[Intro: André 3000]
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

[Chorus: André 3000]
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

[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
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 y'all this

[Chorus: André 3000]
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

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
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 ho-lice!
That's if you're racist or you're 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 out of your jurisdiction, now you're lookin' stupid
Officer, get off me, sir
Don't make me call L.A.—he'll 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
Don't everybody, everybody...

[Chorus: André 3000]
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

[Verse 3: Khujo]
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

[Chorus: André 3000]
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

OutKast

Atlanta, Georgia natives André “André 3000” Benjamin and Antwan “Big Boi” Patton are OutKast, one of the most successful rap groups of all time. Along with the production crew Organized Noize and the Dungeon Family collective, André and Big Boi helped popularize and expand the sound of rap in the “Dirty South.”

The duo connected at Tri-Cities High School and after the names “2 Shades Deep” or “The Misfits” didn’t work out, they went with OutKast as a synonym of “misfit.” They signed to LaFace Records in 1992 prior to finishing high school and their first official appearance came on a remix to TLC’s hit single “What About Your Friends.” This led into their debut single “Player’s Ball” being released in 1993 and their debut album Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik following in 1994. They had a pivotal moment early in their career as they were named New Artist of the Year at the 1995 Source Awards, leading them to be booed by the New York crowd and André responding with his iconic “The South got somethin' to say.”

Their next two albums, ATLiens (1996) and Aquemini (1998), have sparked debates as to which album is superior. ATLiens saw the duo begin to produce their own music and increase their profile while Aquemini received a perfect “5 Mic” rating from The Source magazine. Their next album, Stankonia (2000), further solidified their superstar status with the hit singles “B.O.B.,” “So Fresh, So Clean” and “Ms. Jackson,” which won a Grammy for Best Rap Performance by a Duo or Group while Stankonia won a Grammy in the Best Rap Album category.